Paper Routes

I've been cooking crack rock, yes sir

For your ears, for women over eighteen and the Franklins

I ain't with that small talk, no ma'am

Unless it leads to playing with the kitty or her hair, man

Don't call me a lame man, I am

Everything you wish you were and then some I'm a made man

At least I'll be by May, man

Hustle bucks in Tonka trucks by that time I'll be paid, man

Forwarded payments, phone calls to the agents

Move from out the basement just to entertain the fame

It's lunches by the ocean with the clothes I got from placements

With a girl that makes statement and makes them hate him

Yacht clubs, no small boats

No Benzes, just Lagos

Just good dope through my nose

My manos give her O's

Wall platted with vinyls

No luck though just hustle

After hour play nights, million dollar plane rides

Fame is for the wrong type, I just want the paid life

Move to outer space when I get to all this paper

Y'all can kill each other while I'm chilling with the aliens

See her with the Ray-Bans, not the one with spray tans

But the one with ass that got Kardashian her name

She backing up that real talk, swear she ain't a real thot

That ain't what her friend thought, had her bra and hair dropped

Party like Bilzerian, tigers in the atrium

Never get a card declined when cashing out the ATM

Make a trip to ATL, get kicked out of my hotel

Fly back home to women yelling for me at the Taco Bell

But don't take me for a player

I'm just looking for real one that looks past the paper

That'll pass the papers, that'll hit the paper

Let me hit no labor

Smokin' to pass the time, dinners in Nobu my

This view is mighty fine, this view is mighty fine

Women in St Laurent, Burberry Prada, ah

Money brings more problems

But more money sure solves them

After hour play nights, million dollar plane rides

Fame is for the wrong type, I just want the paid life

Move to outer space when I get to all this paper

Y'all can kill each other while I'm chilling with the aliens