YKaye - Getting Paper

(You wanna talk about money)
(I’ve been checkin a bag nigga)
(This shit come second nature nigga)
(Runnin bands up nigga)
(Fuck they talkin bout)
I’m on a money makin mission
Stackin chips I’m gettin dough
Ridin clean, my windows tinted
Just to let these niggas know
That I’m out here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah hoe
I’m here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah
On a money makin mission
Stackin chips I’m gettin dough
Ridin clean, my windows tinted
Just to let these niggas know
That I’m out here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah hoe
I’m here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah
Ridin in a Chevy, shotgun sits a bad bitch
I don’t fuck with veggies but I’m all about my cabbage
Stacks big
Real long
Racks on racks shit
Shorty tatted up
She got tats on tats bitch
Got money to blow
That shit go up to the ceiling man
And I’m finna cash out
Spend it like a ceiling fan
Yeah
Niggas know what’s the business man
Cuz I’m all about my dough
Something like a business man
YKaye be the name and the game can’t fuck with me
Stay up in yo lane boy I’m doin about a buck 50
Yeah
These niggas know that we the next up
These bustas must be mustard cuz they can’t catch up
I’m on a money makin mission
Stackin chips I’m gettin dough
Ridin clean, my windows tinted
Just to let these niggas know
That I’m out here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah hoe
I’m here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah
On a money makin mission
Stackin chips I’m gettin dough
Ridin clean, my windows tinted
Just to let these niggas know
That I’m out here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah hoe
I’m here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah
Around me cash rules
Iced out
Mad jewels
Talkin reckless get ya head cracked like a cashew
Chick suckin my dick
Lovin rubbin on my tattoos
I’m the shit to these niggas so sit em in the bathroom
I’m a vet in the game to these rookie ass amateurs
Yet they my biggest fans
Paparazzi with the cameras
Damage ya
Hit em with my 1-2 combination
I don’t play with people’s kids so don’t keep yo mama waitin
Over the years I made moves
Best believe I paid dues
I’ve been spittin bars since ya moms was tying yo gym shoes
Then proved my reputation to niggas tryna battle me
Started spittin fire
They got burnt quicker then calories
I’m on a money makin mission
Stackin chips I’m gettin dough
Ridin clean, my windows tinted
Just to let these niggas know
That I’m out here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah hoe
I’m here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah
On a money makin mission
Stackin chips I’m gettin dough
Ridin clean, my windows tinted
Just to let these niggas know
That I’m out here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah hoe
I’m here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah

Written by:
Robert Crudup

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