Grease Biratella - That Paper (feat. Veuve Acito) Lyrics

I just came to snatch up all the paper
Grease got the work
But ain't talking bout no labor
Middle fingers up to all you haters
All up in the Bool-Aid
Don't even know the flavor
Whoooooooooop
Drop a 4 in a 20oz
Roll that dope by the ounce
Foreign broad showing out
Names I can't even pronounce
Yea
But still
For the most part, you know the drill
I'm a self-made label owner
Man motherf*ck yo record deal
We up and down that interstate
Tryna find a Dinner Date
On the stove, we tryna bake
Tell them that they need to wait
We up and down that interstate
Tryna find a Dinner Date
J's keep calling, make the play
Tell them that I need the cake
I just came to snatch up all the paper
In the kitchen, water whippin
Brokedown a chicken
I just came to snatch up all the paper
Go and get it, go and get it
Adding up your riches
I just came to snatch up all the paper
I came for all the cash
I'm adding up like math
I just came to snatch up all the paper
Middle fingers to all you haters yea
I just came to snatch up all the paper
Ace got that work
Middle finger to the haters
And f*ck whatever you worth
Bitch won't see me later
Better take off that skirt
I'm sinning in the pussy
F*ck around and gotta curse
Watch them Niggas first
Count this money second
These Niggas smoking dirt
I just sit back count my blessings
Cause it could have been a hearse
But I had the Smith and Wesson
Wrong turn on my Turf
Lessons
Shoebox on shoebox
Filled with cash or them blue tops
Either slabs or them loose rocks
I'm on fire and you not
Niggas hating, true or not?
I will lay him, true or not?
But I'm just playing in this Gwuap
I'm 38 but own a Glock
I just came to snatch up all the paper
In the kitchen, water whippin
Brokedown a chicken
I just came to snatch up all the paper
Go and get it, go and get it
Adding up your riches
I just came to snatch up all the paper
I came for all the cash
I'm adding up like math
I just came to snatch up all the paper
Middle fingers to all you haters yea