C-BO - Paper Made Lyrics
[C-Bo]My whole crew is platinumQuick to throw it down with MagnumsWe ain't duckin' when the guns start blastin'What's happenin'West Coast rollin', Benjamins foldin'Nigga bank accounts holdin', more loot than the jewsAnd I just stepped fresh up out some county bluesHad me all on the news, cuz I'm gettin' my paperAnd my goal life now is livin' it majorCoppin' Crystal, ChampagneI'm in the 'Natti with the blow brainsLeavin' my mansion up in SpokaneThe dope Game, was lovelyOut with the flip rollos and drop Benzes when they clucked meNow the haters wanna mug me, cuz I'm AMG kid candy on some dub leechBut ***** them tricks cuz they hatersThey stick out like short thumbs around Playaz[Chorus 2x]All I wanna do is get my paper straightRoll up highways sideways out the gatesLuxury livin' baddest women and I'm straightBack up with the flames *****I'm Paper Made[C-Bo]I still scream "***** the World" _Til My Casket Drop_I give a ***** about parole and these bastard copsHe could see me on TV coat with two glocks and a PCuz some ***** nigga snitched on me down in CincinnatiI bet the ***** thought he had meAin't that a ***** how niggaz tripThat nigga must have been smokin' the caviI won't rest until my 'Natti niggaz get himRun up in him hit him with a blade up of in his kidneyAnd leave him face down, real niggaz don't play aroundParalyze that mother*****er from the waste downCuz he's a ***** turned snitch on the next niggaOn sight I'm takin' his life with the Tec triggaAnd give a ***** about his kid, cuz he didn't give a ***** about mineWhen I was servi
