End of the Day

[Chorus:] All I think is paper If you ain’t makin paper Then please get the fuck From round me These niggas talking bout us They talk loud when they wanna save face They never say that shit Around me Yo, yo Imma still get this paper At the end of the day Imma still fuck yo bitch At the end of the day (hold up, hold up) Imma still be a real nigga To the end of the day [Verse 1:] Hold up I done cuss so many niggas off I don’t feel it in my chest no more I only love four females on this planet So I’ll never stress no ho Only problem you have on this earth Money will fix it Ma bitch bad Ma roof missin Never fall off Flex forever I’m a West [?] Hand on that metal Free from the clownin Niggas be down Niggas be throwin that shade But all my fucks are missin Can’t find em Hold up Throw that ass back Imma throw Gs Drop that ass down Bitch slowly Hold up Now she wanna fuck And she don’t know me Hold up, hold up, hold up [Chorus:] All I think is paper If you ain’t makin paper Then please get the fuck From round me These niggas talking bout us They talk loud when they wanna save face They never say that shit Around me Yo, yo Imma still get this paper At the end of the day Imma still fuck yo bitch At the end of the day (hold up, hold up) Imma still be a real nigga To the end of the day [Verse 2:] Her hands around them bouquillas I’m the only one around? Northside raised me Town made me Shout out to all them old hoes Who played me Cause ya’ll bad built now And yo kids ugly Club god I stay And if you ain’t gettin paper Stay away from me I luv ridin round with no roof It just disappear like poof [?] something with truth You making paper I salute If you a real nigga I salute If you a real bitch I salute Truth That bad girl who wanna ride around Still with the same niggas from ‘99 Still the same niggas with me When it’s time to shine Hold up (Club god) [Chorus:] All I think is paper If you ain’t makin paper Then please get the fuck From round me These niggas talking bout us They talk loud when they wanna save face They never say that shit Around me Yo, yo Imma still get this paper At the end of the day Imma still fuck yo bitch At the end of the day (hold up, hold up) Imma still be a real nigga To the end of the day [Outro-Spoken:] A wise woman once told me Nigga don’t ever fall off Nigga, these fake niggas make you fall off If you fallin off That air feel real good hittin yo face Until you hit the ground