Papered Up

[Hook] Focused on the money, nigga, nothin' else I got my team with me, we don't want no help Talkin' that shit is gon be something else Cuz I'm focused on the money, nigga, nothin' else Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie Papered up, got racks, homie, papered up, got racks, homie Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie [Verse 1] Have you ever seen an out-of-towner walkin' up in yo hood? Hoppin' off of that plane, got that weed burnin' that good? Bad bitch in my backseat, bad bitch in my passenger .40 Glock in that Louis purse, talk that shit, it's a massacre Presidential that Rolie (don't stuff crust my blonde) Big racks all in my pocket, big smoke all in my lung Get 5K for a show, I hit the club and I throw that Cuz I know when I wake up I'mma go get mo racks Chrome rims with my long chick on a long trip and I'm gon hit You need a favor you hit me up and then cut the check, and I'm on it C.O. of my own shit, general for that wave game Y'all niggas so dickless and I always bring my A-game [Hook] [Verse 2] Now y'all focused up on this money, and I ain't worried 'bout nothin' else I done count so much bread nigga, I can count to million by my fuckin' self Fuckin' money machine, nigga, I'm in love with these paper cuts I'm a real (?) extraordinaire, nigga, I need my fuckin' paper cut Hatin' niggas get your money up, fake niggas can't fuck with us This (?) is in my double cup, my goon niggas stay huddled up I'm papered up and got racks, homie, UPS my packs, homie Overnight they touch down, just (?), homie If you don't, that's your choice I bet your ass get cracked, homie With that .40 I ain't even playin': like "click-clack" I'll blast, homie Hold up Wave, wave game got rack If EPA got rack, fuck it, (fifth?) stacks at Saks [Hook]