Southside To Bedstuy - Tony Yayo

, these rappers talkin bout fast cars and kilos, that caviar prosche 911 down with kilos, let's talk money homie pillows of that brain dead, when i was broke i had no pillow for my damn head, damn rich i got a little money on my head, that's chump change og, i'm not dead, my angels turn my tears to a bright smile, i binged out doin time on rikers isle, i'm in a challenger, high with my honey bunch, flip flop colour, the dodge is hawaiian punch, them fiends want lunch, i give em dog food, run up on my whip, you be the lords food, i ain't out here chasing my dick i'm chasing paper, and when you make too much these niggaz they learn to hate ya, you are a hater i'm a hermeez draper, a jimmy tabinni and a new lamborghini, these haterz wanna be me, your bitch i'm a scrape her, mad at me cause i'm all about paper, paper, paper, mad at me cause i'm all about paper, paper, paper, mad at me cause i'm all about paper, i could see it in your eyes that you niggaz really hateful, it hurt you too see me and i ain't in that shell suit, i ain't in that big yard, i ain't in that mess hall, i ain't even think that, i would make it this far, ain't life strange though, look at how it changed though, you don't even like me the bitch love maino, she love how my chain glow, love when my shirt off, sl drop no top baby shirt off, runnin through the city pants half down half up, we get money pussy niggaz get they eyes shut, black bandana on my right wrist tied up, you still chasing pussy while pussy tryna find us,