Paper Route Free$tyle Lyrics

Ayy, dollar after dollar, bitch, I'm on to get it richer

Can't focus on these bitches, cuz I'm painting what I picture

I'm living what i rap, so I guess this shit in scripture

I'm getting all this money, why'll you outside drinking liquor

My jefa said, I need to chill, but ain't no stoppin' this

Ma I'm , sorry for the trouble, but I'm flockin' it

I'm blessin' all you bitches with this Glock yea, I'm clockin' it

Fuck a nine to five, in the hood is where I'm clockin' in

I'm posted in the dead end. Where you post to b? I'm rockin' green rags

So your stupid ass can notice me, a gangster with a strap

Like it's bedtime, make you go to sleep. I'm tired

All you bitches always dissin' never slide on me, like, damn esse

I'm really getting to this guala. My bitches say I'm a him

I said, bitch, don't even bother. I'm in my money mode

I cant hear you when you holla, cause when I see my kid, all I think about is dollas

Straight trap, esse, I be really moving work. If it ain't about making money, then I snatch it out your purse

A real gang member on the set, Ion pop no percs . I'm active when I'm sober. Don't believe me? Then get hurt

Addicted to them blue strips. Your bitches say I'm too lit. I pass her to the team. Then I'm onto making movements

Went from writing in a cell to the booth, and now I'm ruthless. Grubbin' with my G's, steak and lobster up at Ruth's Grits

Fuckin' with the other side, that'll get you dropped. Keep it solid in my hood, can't nobody flop

See you typing on the net, bitch, I'll show you what you're not. Up in person, you a bitch. So quit acting like you're not

You only just a part lil' homie. Mindset of a G. I can't let no one control me. I see these suckas hatin', but to me, they just some phonies

They jus some Phonies