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Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I’m going for it coach
Need that money
Need that fetti
Need that Gucci, Louie, Prada
Every day go get that payroll
Get that Euro
I Scream
Keep it 3 stacks, can’t play 2K
Just to get on my team
Can’t show love to industry
Ain’t got time for no beef
Bout’ that paper lil’ shawty
All American Dream
Ice in my mouth, gold in my fang dawg
Illuminate the dark when I take my chain off
Tryna’ f#ck the world like I signed to bang bruh
Tryna’ get the bread, wanna stack major
Paper ruler
Can’t be loser
You no Tua
Became shooter
Imma Georgia boy dawg from the land of boosters
Might see us all buried for the chance of futures
Sorry to bother you with the n#gg# sh#t
Me and my niggs’ on a pilgrimage to get n#gg# rich
And ya nemesis might lie at ya’ residence
We just set the precedence
f#ck Trump, where the dead presidents
I got this grind from my poppa
Mind on them mills so I hope this world love me
You can’t punctuate then you do nothin’ for me
Start with the commas, the small talk it bore me
Chill
Every day go get that payroll
Get that Euro
I Scream
Keep it 3 stacks, can’t play 2K
Just to get on my team
Can’t show love to industry
Ain’t got time for no beef
Bout’ that paper lil’ shawty
All American Dream
I need my Paper long term get it laminated
Got to watch out for them when the camera’s saving
She’s always looking for another scandal
She brings it up every damn occasion
I don’t know what their problem is
But out of sight, I’ve been ominous
Just out asserting my dominance
Now I’ve got commas and confidence
(What you know)
Life getting more than hectic
Drive got me being too reckless
Had to give up on trying to perfect it
Just remember what you’re blessed with
Pure excellence, stacking up with no severance
Talking down with no leverage
Bankroll with my Cold beverage
Chill
Every day go get that payroll
Get that Euro
I Scream
Keep it 3 stacks, can’t play 2K
Just to get on my team
Can’t show love to industry
Ain’t got time for no beef
Bout’ that paper lil’ shawty
All American Dream
They ask me LaShaun what your dream worth
(Yeah yeah)
I told em’ gold chains and a t-shirt
(That’s right)
Used to be doubted by my teachers
(Really though)
Now that b#tch gone feel this reverb
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