Rap ChaQ - Paper or Die Broke...? (feat. Mega De Top Monster & Rich Richy)

Middle finger fi di informant, trapping to feed mama
So many niggas hating on me but i keep it low with my own corner
no long talk
Money be the mind set, trap thru day till sun set
Pull up to the bank no abscent, try stress me then past tence
Tell your bitch to hold on, nigga so cool don't show off
Pray to god mind on the road life is wuh man ah pray for
Stacking the mulla...lalafalama
Spare me your grammer, go get the kwacha
No salary but we making that paper
No salary but we making that paper
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Guys are making that paper… u asking bitch for a favor
Niggas are making that money, u sitting there looking so dummy
Go get the money like ur hobby, tic toes on the bloc like a monkey
Anything for the bag no funny, we thug in the rain and sunny
Just me and my gng we on it, my nigga monster be my manni
Ebg gng ceremony, nigga money calling we honey
See, middle finger to the informants, Non of their shit really important
Niggas only talking shit and snitching niggas be their only damn performance
Nigga see me in high here now, more money i'm searching now
All nights nigga I'm pressing hard, see the money i'm getting now
See the bitches are bending down, see the crack are burning down
See my brothers we balling now, see the haters themma fainting now
See, a friend in need is a friend indeed, but a friend with weed is the friend I need
To fuck this street and the industry, mehn we keep it real, just me and my team
Mehn, we topping league, and we give them least, mehn, we fuck south south and both the East
Mehn, you bring ur beef mehn we put you list, mehn we clout clout, nigga we the beast.
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Charlie me I come from the ghetto, poverty the play me like lotto
Nothing wey me I no do, Just to get the money
Work hard, play hard, everyday we dey hustle
Work hard, pray hard, too much money be the motto
Haters, fakers, for the street, nobody be your lover
Only god be my helper, e don tay we day suffer
Nobody share butter, god come answer my prayer
Link up my nigga in ghana
Monster, are you gonna make that paper....(Streight to the studio is a banger)
Or die broke
Ebg be the slogan, with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
Are you gonna make that paper....or die broke
Ebg be the slogan...with my man dem
It's favor on the mix

Written by:
Adams Frank, Rich Richy, Top Monster

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