I chase paper

Oh, it's Plies again (I chase paper)

Aye, I just had somebody come up to me and ask me (I chase paper)

"What do you do for a living? (I chase paper)

I told 'em, "I chase paper, what da fuck do you do?" (I chase paper)

If you wanna know what my occupation is, homie...

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I chase paper (Twenty), I chase paper (Four)

I chase paper (Seven), I chase paper (Homie)

I chase paper (Monday), I chase paper (Through)

I chase paper (Sunday), I chase paper (homie)

I Chase Paper

Hustle now, sleep when I'm dead

Niggas with paper, they go FED

Grandma told me, that's where I'm headin'

Gon' chase paper, can't be scared

All I know, I won't beg

Owe me paper, I want my bread

Don't wanna pay, I want yo head

Yoppa loaded, under my bed

Gon' chase paper 'til I'm dead

How much paper it's gon' take

Just for me to be straight

Me to be rich, I can't wait

All I do is paper chase

Ion't got time, I can't wait

Cuz I need millions on my plate

I chase paper, all day

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Wake up early, lookin' for a check

'Til I get rich, I can't rest

Broke and black, now that's stress

Wanna break bread wit' me, be my guest

When I got paper, I'm at my best

Only money can fix my mess

Tired of Chevy's, I want jets

All I need is one big lick

I want now, Ion't want next

I want paper, he don't want shit

I want mansions, he want a bitch

That's the last thang on my list

Without paper, I am sick

Paper ain't there, I want it

I chase paper 'til I quit

The mo' I hustle the mo' I get

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I lost it all, I almost cried

Can't sleep, I got bags under my eyes

I need paper, fuck bein' tied

I need paper, mo' than I do a wife

If I go broke, I would die

Hustle longer than nine to five

Can't be broke, got too much pride

What's after broke, suicide

Been chasin' paper all my life

They hatin' on me, that's alright

I need haters, they my high

Easy gettin' the mo' you try

Paper chaser, that is I

Hundred mil', still won't retire

My brother in prison, chasin' it now

Say Ion't chase paper, that's a lie

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Oh, I know all about chasin' paper, bra

Three albums in sixteen months, homie

I'm all about chasin' paper

This how we comin' out the gates, homie

Da REAList in stores December 16th

What time it is, bra?

5:22 in the mornin', bra, AM

Either they hatin' or they tryna be just like me, man.