save you No one's gonna save you Your money or your life Your money or your life Oh my dear just meet me here When the comet hits our atmosphere Like
the right moves and forget about sleep concentrate on the paper chase, Join the elite Few dun got mad cash and money to spend Money to straight blow and money
the harbor This is my life (life) A ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 shit, when I come through Black
picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothing You don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'
money, money Make money, money, make it Let me hear you say take money, money Take money, money, take it Let me hear you say make money, money Make money, money
get it anyway (I get it anyway) Regardless what the haters say I'mma get it anyway I'mma get it anyway There comes a time in your life, you gotta go for yours
na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on Heyyyy, go ahead come home
Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too I heard about you in the paper I know you got the toaster strudel In the trash bar or red box Or whatever
your body like you want to Now now now now, I'm pumping on Hey! Go 'head and chase that paper, get yo' game tight Now now now now, I'm pumping on Hey! Go 'head come
to me It means you passing over Opportunities repeatedly Write it on a piece of paper Only thing I see is P That paper, paper, paper chaser Better thing
the paper, we ready for Jaguar Fly rim or swim, we drive me a car Either you done a movie, or you a movie star You can come again, or you can travel
in your back and head piece The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath You're talking to the robbery expert Stepping to your wake with your blood
Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM] Money and the power, glass
this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake, ur outta shape to
it light, now you smoke your weed Marijuana Puff it pass it 'til your eyes bleed White cocaine Light it, sniff it, now you feel the rush Numb your brain
turnin' tricks Or either for hittin' licks and then rap about the shit In one the mobster's greatest hits And when we come to your town , get your microphone
you to threaten my life with a knife, gun or mic You don't really wanna fight so just swallow your pride Before I come inside your crib and kidnap the
