Soul - Paper Cha$in lyrics

[Intro] Dolla bill Yeah Music, from the soul y'all Yeah [Verse 1] I tell my n***as we gotta chase the bills Thousands, a couple mills Vanilla skies, nice crib Dependin' on the weather how I choose my 'mobile Cruise through the strip just to cop a zip Bad chick tatted underneath her lip Get a lift, guarantee I'm gonna hit She love the sh** I wear, sponsored by the time of year Always prepared, dutch master In her ear, get plastered My crew members get hazzard Skateboardin' fashion Nascar drivin Your hoe love my adlibs Dolla bill (Dope) (Yeah x4) [Hook] b**h I gotta get the cash x3 (yeah x2) (Carti x8) I gotta get the cash b**h I gotta get the cash x3 (yeah x2) (Carti x8) I gotta get the cash x2 [Verse 2] All my n***as skate, all you n***as hate This Fendi on my waist Your chick gave me that "I can't feel my face" I can't feel my face I got a foreign car, foreign broad Good head, p**nstar Cash first, f** y'all Creamtoppers I gotta ball Outfit come from Montreal, make a scene when I'm in the mall Freeze, hold up Your girl, she gon' run up [Hook]