SD (Slime Dollaz) - Paper Route lyrics

[Verse 1] Face it homie, n***a show me, I get Guac and n***as know me f**in' smell me, early money, I'm just high, but very grow Take your sh** like Jesse Owens, I prefer my b**hes horny Hit the block it's very stormy, laser, we got heavy arms Flexin' n***as, talkin' on my metal, we got guild for problems Trust me boy, just ask your honor, I can f** her after college Fresh that's a missin' guard, pick you up for target We got like some targets, don't man us for chargin' We got checks and progress, waitin' on a deposit Mo' money mo' problems, I rather go solve it I rather go solve it I rather go solve it [Hook] They f**in' wit my money, I just want the honey's I'm gettin' my paper, nah, I ain't dodgin', dummy Let's keep it real boy, I'm talkin' what's comin' Them n***as ain't fo' real, ain't makin' no money I got paper chills and Bentleys for real She got fatties boy, her dreams can get filled That's a bad boy, most n***as be squeals We on the route to get this paper, no money, no deal [Verse 2] Swear these n***as think they know me, p**y, I get gaup for shows It's patience boy my mama showed me Not to judge, but you best be strollin' Voices got me feelin' lonely, money still my bestie on me Taken, she like every moment, face it I might Berry Bonds her I could rob it, I could tow the boat, I see that scary moment Lace it boy, let's keep 'em runnin' Bank can keep 'em check, don't want 'em I could be my own employer, f**, pay the double bonus Leave your b**h in vomit, makin' moves with money I promise not to harm it No excuses, scrapin' My n***as, boy we mobbin' My n***as, boy we mobbin' [Hook] They f**in' wit my money, i just want the honey's I'm gettin' my paper, nah, I ain't dodgin', dummy Let's keep it real boy, I'm talkin' what's comin' Them n***as ain't fo' real, ain't makin' no money I got paper chills and Bentleys for real She got fatties boy, her dreams can get filled That's a bad boy, most n***as be squeals We on the route to get this paper, no money, no deal