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Make paper homey, make paper baby
Now stack paper homey, stack paper baby (Whaaaat!)
Dolla dolla bill yo...gotta build my bill folds, gotta hustle cuz we gotta pay the bills tho', grind-in' fo' the millions you pro'ly kill fo'.....on the real tho', rap dudes rappin' like they usin' dildos, spittin' wit no skill unreal how I kill wit that ill flow neva no chill tho'...you still think it's all about talent still?... you still tryna get a deal? you bitter bout somebody else who made it now? Damn tell 'em how you really feel...quit worryin' about the wrong things...and worry bout ya own things, the homie told me to handle my own biz, so I'm puttin' on fo' the home team
Make paper homey, make paper baby
Now stack paper homey, now stack paper baby (Whaaaat!)
Gotta let the dolla circluate... that's why I'm always up workin' up late, heads nod to it as soon as they heard the bass, tell dem ladies shake somethin' make it percolate, back to the paper chase gotta make dem investments rather buy stock instead of a necklace, new to you but I move like I a vet so it's less my concern makin' a list for freshman, real talk, the truth like a fact check list time to collect a fat check stack chips, cash in hand, somethin' that's tangible straight to the bank or shoe box financial...have ya priorities in order, do it for ya sons, do it for ya daughters...they countin' on you to get the money right accumulate more so you ain't sayin' that money's tight...
Make paper homey, make paper baby
Now stack paper homey, now stack paper baby (Whaaaat!)