Papa Wes - Tool

I dont leave the crib with out my mother fucking tool
Im riding with them niggas yeah im riding with them dudes
Im steady chasing paper got my foot up on that gas
Remember when them pussy niggas puttin me in last
I say i dont need you niggas around me fucking up my money flow
I dont need you bitches around me call me when you trying to blow
Diamonds on me dancing got that booty shaking music on
Trying to catch this flight but i aint even cop my ticket though
I aint even cop it but im trying to land
Nigga tried to play we took him to the common lands
Took him to the zombies niggas ready to eat your face
Riding with the K and i aint have to do the race
I dont eat my seconds all i know is first place
Stephen A Smith all i know is first take
Seen a bad bitch met her up at take one
You aint got to talk i told that hoe to shake some
I dont leave the crib with out my mother fucking tool
Im riding with them niggas yeah im riding with them dudes
Im steady chasing paper got my foot up on that gas
Remember when them pussy niggas puttin me in last
I say i dont need you niggas around me fucking up my money flow
I dont need you bitches around me call me when you trying to blow
Diamonds on me dancing got that booty shaking music on
Trying to catch this flight but i aint even cop my ticket though
Walk a nigga down in some mother fucking dracos
Put your ex up in that box now we giving him a halo
We stepping like some soldiers they be moving on my say so
You can look him in the eyes you can see that he a lost soul
But nigga you can teach him
Jwet talk teaching
We balling every season
She showing me her cleavage
We balling hard like stevie
These niggas want to be me
Im trying to get this money but little shorty want to see me
I take her out to eat
These memories aint free
Just go and get some cheese or come and get the D
These cops cant tell me freeze i tell them suck my meat
Im rolling up my window while im toting twenty three
I dont leave the crib with out my mother fucking tool
Im riding with them niggas yeah im riding with them dudes
Im steady chasing paper got my foot up on that gas
Remember when them pussy niggas putting me in last
I say i dont need you niggas around me fucking up my money flow
I dont need you bitches around me call me when you trying to blow
Diamonds on me dancing got that booty shaking music on
Trying to catch this flight but i aint even cop my ticket though

Written by:
Wesley Jacques

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