A1 Vizshen - Praise Me

Ey here, ey band this up for me
2 rubber bands, yeah

This droptop gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Yeah, I won't stop I'm paper chasin'
I'm Paper chasin'
I'm paper chasin'
Yeah
I bossed up and I made it, they thought I wouldn't make it out
Now I'm dripped in designa
'Fore this shit come out
But this droptop gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Yeah
I did it, I'm sorry
You know I had to spend it
I represent the bottom
Shoutout jeezy gang nigga
I can't go back to starvin'
Ima hustle till I get it
I grew up 'round sum robbers
So, no choice I had to fit in, I know that they see us
And they wanna be us
They hate now that we up
I'm high off of 3 drugs
These bitches love me but
Just fuck em and leave em
I smoke till I feel numb
To 'scape what I come from
But Get money is the only altimatum
My bag won't stop it's like I'm stacking legos
I drove right pass and all o' sudden they hate me
Ima star, I'm from the wild 100's baby

This droptop gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
I won't stop I'm paper chasin'
I'm Paper chasin'
I'm paper chasin'
Yeah
I bossed up and I made it, they thought I wouldn't make it out
Now I'm dripped in designa
'Fore this shit come out
But this droptop gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Yeah, uh

You don't know where we came
You ain't seen what we saw
Know now when a nigga shopping
Blow bout 20 ona mall
I talk shit like lavar
But back it up how I ball
Been flexing all these years
They still waiting on me to fall
Yeah
Ima trendsetter
Plus a money getter
And a bottle popper
Yea I been splurging nigga
All about my scrilla
Please don't give me issues
If you do they get you
Them pistols sound like Missles
And you know I'm all about my profit
Now if I see it, you know ima cop it
I sip champagne as if that shit was water
I made it out the hood that's why I'm smiling

This droptop gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
I won't stop I'm paper chasin'
I'm Paper chasin'
I'm paper chasin'
Yeah
I bossed up and I made it, they thought I wouldn't make it out
Now I'm dripped in designa
'Fore this shit come out
But this droptop gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Gone make em praise me
Yeah, uh

Yeah
We made it
Yeah
I swear to God we made it
Yeah

Written by:
Jeffery Woody Jr

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