Paper Right (feat. Meek Mill & Alley Boy)

Grinky had that ounce of crack, turn that to that whole joint Then he got that nina and he turned that to whole point Me I bet them pounds down, never got that brown, brown Take it to my homie crib and then I break it down, down Used to flood this whole shit, just like a surround sound ...used to go and pound, pound Just to get a hole in one, cop it, he gonn throw one O'malley in the kitchen, whipin white until his nose run Then I met my nigga meek, hit me with that trick or treat Took it to the south side, and I was right back in a week Fresh from outa jail cell, right back out here in these streets Yeah I was out on bail, but now it's time to pay these lawyer fees 30 charges pending and the cops could come to court on me Pity ain't gonn do shit, but to sit me in that... And I ain't tryina cop out, looking for a knock out High school I dropped out, so I can slang that rock out I'ma hustle nigga all night, all night Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop 20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe I'ma hustle nigga all night, all night Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right Bitch you ball that's a alley hoop 20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe I'm on my grind and I don't sleep Don't fuck with you niggas tell the police Niggas client tryina get me for a half a key I got my young niggas that put your ass straight to sleep This ain't a sport boy, I'm pistol pete Do that ball through the hood, call me cp3 I did it once, now I'm back bitch, look at me No limit forever motherfucker, and we in the streets I'ma hustle nigga all night, all night Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop 20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe I'ma hustle nigga all night, all night Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right Bitch you ball that's a alley hoop 20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe Fuckin shine, I'm lebron, give me the whole 9 I need that fat to jump it back from the freehrow line I gotta get it, I'ma trap it out the whole night Razor blade, residue jays in the glass pipe Started out wearing deacon suits to wearing all new If it's money in the house, we gonn get to em I went from standin on the corner, to a benz owner I had to move to california and get my bread lonely Nigga my whole team murkin while you broke hurtin We all get it for certain, you lames still purpin We back to back and for us niggas get back and chill If you ain't comin spending money, my youngins don't trill I'ma hustle nigga all night, all night Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop 20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe I'ma hustle nigga all night, all night Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop 20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe.