BizzTurnMeUp - Pass The Lighter (feat. So Gaudy)

Someone pass the lighter cuz the blunt went out
Someone pass the lighter cuz the blunt went out
He lucky that I'm chilling I ain't wanna stomp him out
I'm all about the paper
Papers all that I'm about
If yeen ain't bout the money
What the fuck you talking bout
Someone pass the lighter cuz the blunt went out
He lucky that I'm chilling I ain't wanna stomp him out
I'm all about the paper
Papers all that I'm about
If yeen ain't bout the money
What the fuck you talking bout
Take a bitch and break a bitch
I never take her out
Really in the field I had to run a couple routes
Still seem to find a way
Even in the drought
Still niggas seem to hate when you're up or when you're down
Still rocking all my chains no slave to the house
Break it down quarters and them ounces
Bizzturnmeup no stranger to the bounce bitch
Why are you even here
Get up out my house bitch
Nervous
Every time the cops get behind me
Hoe ass niggas looking but they couldn't find me
And I'm just getting money I ain't never hiding
Gotta separate yourself boy I need a island
Someone pass the lighter cuz the blunt went out
He lucky that I'm chillin I ain't wanna stomp him out
I'm all about the paper
Papers all that I'm about
If yeen ain't bout the money
What the fuck you talking bout
Someone pass the lighter cuz the blunt went out
He lucky that I'm chilling I ain't wanna stomp him out
I'm all about the paper
Papers all that I'm about
If yeen ain't bout the money
What the fuck you talking bout
If it ain't bout the money
Nigga what you talking bout
I was in and out of town
Always bringing large amounts
I been stacking for a minute
When I spend it it don't bounce
My shit come in abundance
Yo shit come in by the ounce
Yo shit fit up in yo pocket
My shit fit under the couch
I been fitted since a youngin
Nigga never lived in house
More like apartments in the projects where the cops is always out
Where there's murders on the corner
And they ain't even around
I been punching in the clock before I had hair on my balls
I been balling since a youngin cuz I never had it all
Ima blow up in this bitch until a nigga gotta fall
Ima show you fuckas I ain't playing
Not even at all
Someone pass the lighter cuz the blunt went out
He lucky that I'm chillin I ain't wanna stomp him out
I'm all about the paper
Papers all that I'm about
If yeen ain't bout the money
What the fuck you talking bout
Someone pass the lighter cuz the blunt went out
He lucky that I'm chilling I ain't wanna stomp him out
I'm all about the paper
Papers all that I'm about
If yeen ain't bout the money
What the fuck you talking bout

Written by:
Andrew Anthony, Vicente Peres-Tutera

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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