Swain Turay

Swain Turay - The Paper Ft. Nate Hall lyrics

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{Nate Hall}

Money in the air till the sky turn green

She trying drop it low

Im trying get in between

Got a Kango hat on

and a four finger ring

She a Erica type

A ebony queen

Met her at the skating rink

Rolling in mercedes

If theres more where that came from

She'll be my lady

Have my baby

Fuck the shit outta me

It's funny how money, changes the whole thing

Right now ain't got a thing

Just beats and rhymes

All the gold in videos

Make my ass blind

I flow de vine, and spit wealth untold

I posses currency in the bank of my soul

At the bottom of the scroll

God left a note

Said if you stay on your grind

The money will fold

Fall into place

Like religion to Mase

Shit gon' hard like fat kids on made

Or losers trying get laid

Fuck hoes quickly

Cuz if you stay long you get amore

Take a ???

Turn it t

Fuck a lawyer fee

But i refuse a motherfucker

To let a bitch get to me

So i fuck quickly and i always bust em out

If you ain't like the bitch

Open your mouth

Have the shit come out

Told you i was a profit

Watch the wild come out

Watch the knives get brought

All avoidable if you just open your mouth

Or shut it for that matter

You lames bring laughter

You lames bring bad energy i don't wanna attract

No chats with ya

I can't snack with ya

Cuz i can't hang with niggas that act fag bra

{Chours}

{Swain Turay}

I remember mahn

Chillin in december mahn

Every time i kicked it

Me and you were together fam

Through the weather mahn

Down for whatever mahn

Every time you needed the paper

I got the cheddar Fast

Niggas was after Mary Jane

Trying get her fast

Headed for the stash

Slanging tree was my better half

I figured it out when i was only 14

Seeing more green

Than the motherfucking Lepercan

Or Con nigga

I conned niggas i kicked it with

I ain't proud of the past

But i aint trying live in it

Mahn

Im just trying get my dividends

And get my cash from the tree i was chippin' in

I provided for all these niggas thats smokin'

Went the extra mile just to keep these niggas rolling

Staying on my hustle

On my grind, just promoting the music

Trying produce it

On my own staying ruthless

Mahn the truth is

Ill probably shouldn't do it anyway

Cuz in the end, This shit won't give me any play

But while it last

Don't forget about the past

Just remember what i did for you and your crew when you couldn't gas

{Chours}

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Thanks to swainturay &quot;Only 16&quot; The Mixtape

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