[Chorus: Phonte]
I got money, lots of jewels and fancy cars
(They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
(They say I'm wrong) But, baby don't blame me
I'm just a paper chaser

[Tity Boi:]
They wanna know where my name from, where I came from
Where I Florian Champagne done
Arm & Hammer grammar, campaign on it
Propane slang, put the flame on it
I was so hungry, I could eat a house
Then shit it out, 'til I figured out a different route
I'm try'na get clout, cash and a black card
So now even my pool got a backyard
Now it's time to fast-forward, speed up the process
I'm so fresh, I could fuck her off my outfit
Ridin' in the cockpit, ridin' with the top back
Ridin' on some butt-nicks, ridin' they say, "What's that? "
... A fancy car
Or a big tit, I hang with the stars
[overlapping first line of chorus] I got money.

[Chorus]

[Dolla Boy:]
Life as a trap star, switched to a rap star
Livin' on the fast lane, like I'm in a NASCAR
Switched up the game on 'em, keep it in the carry-on
Out of state travelin', traffickin'
Travelin' to Golden Isle, fuckin' with the Africans
Two G's less what averagin', averagin'
Don't blame me baby, I'm just my daddy's son
Know when he shot off, didn't think that I'll be shot out
Or show-off who show out and showboat when hoes out
Who know bout them know-bouts, once in ain't no outs
My buddy had the block lockdown, it was his
Now he in the cellblock lock doin' ten
It's bad for the biz, but still we gotta get cheese
But chu don't care about that, you just care about me
You don't wanna hold dough, you just wanna hold me
But shawty when you hold me, you hold me for me
It can't be cause...

[Chorus]

[Dolla Boy:]
It's all about the riches, nuttin' else
You want it, go get it, strive for the best
I drink from the top shelf, flights in the first class
Hundred on the freeway, hope a nigga don't crash
Cause if I might, I'm gon miss my play comin' thew' tonight
Twenty-fo' for them hoes, fangs hope they bite
But, in spite, we love life

[Tity Boi:]
Started from the bottom on the way to the top
From ashy, to classy, to flashy
Money is my motivation that moves ME
I feel GOOD, I'm just tryna do me!
And if thangs right tonight, I might do three
Cause last night, I did two, who?
Sanaa Lathan, Gabrielle Union
I'm just foolin' I paid my dues and I live like the movies

[Chorus]

[computer woman voice:]
"Niggers act, like they can't see what another nigga been through
And don't give 'em no credit for surviving his battles
But I say, 'Fuck 'em look at me now bitches! '"

Writer : PORTER, DENAUN M / CONYERS, EARL / EPPS, TAUHEED / COLEMAN, PHONTE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing