Bout Your Paper - Phix, Caskey

Know me from Cali to Bed-Stuy, yeah

Motherfucking Phix and Caskey, bitch (Supreme)

Yeah, Supreme on the beat, yeah, okay

If you ain’t 'bout your paper, don’t know where the fuck you from

Ay, running up the fucking bands

Bitch, I got the day-date on the wrist

Everyday I’m plated with the chips

They screaming «mayday» when it hits

I made a payday with the wrist

Came to the west side

You comfortable when the dead rise

You made your home in apartments

But I feel at home when the jet flys

I got killers telling me to go

(I got killers telling me to go)

Started this amatuer, but now it’s pro, yeah

(Amatuer but now it’s pro)

I made a couple thousand at the stove

But off of music, I done turned a whole

That’s shit they know like we in Hollygrove

We gotta get it 'fore we getting old

We in the city, bitches getting chose

I got some pretty women on they toes

Bag full of molly made me overdose

We come alive, they say we cut it close, yeah

We come alive, they say we cut it close, yeah

We go to war, we got a hunnid scopes

Okay, just jumped out into Vegas, dope ain’t payin' our wages

Started with a bag full of pills, now we killing on stages

People say they coming for the spot, that shit so outrageous

This shit one for the ages, we got coke like the eighties

And I just pulled up in the Benzo

That’s my lil hiatus

We spread so much love 'round the city

How the fuck they gon' hate us?

Swear that they forever jaded

And they shit is going plated

They just salty that we made it

I just did a 180

If you ain’t 'bout your paper, I don’t know where the fuck you from

I get that shit by me making hits, I’m tryna be number one

And no matter what, I don’t sleep until I see the sun

Every move I make for money, I don’t do this shit for fun

If you ain’t 'bout your paper, I don’t know where the fuck you from

I get that shit by me making hits, I’m tryna be number one

And no matter what, I don’t sleep until I see the sun

Every move I make for money, I don’t do this shit for fun

Turn it up and break the knob off

More lit up than you drinking hot sauce

And this shit be so flame when they go and pull us over

That I drop the windows and cops run

Fuck with this

While I do a hunnid with the top off

All she wanna do is just talk 'bout the rock

But everytime she do, then I nod off

I’m with your bitch who don’t tell me to stop

Richie Rich, I’m the new kid on the block

Gold on my wrist, I got cash on the clock

Diamonds be dancing on knuckles I pop

Fuck did you thought?

I don’t mind if you like it or not

Keep to yourself with your thoughts

Or you winding up hit on the spot, yeah

If you ain’t gonna party then it’s best to go

Homie, I know

I’m colder than weather an eskimo knows

Know that I got it

Only drink in the freezer don’t ever get frozen

I crack it open when I’m through with smokin'

And I ain’t jokin', I’m in one of those modes

I’m all about it and you not

I been around, fuck you thought?

Came from the bottom to the top

Juggin' when I hit the spot

Ain’t make it here to date a thot

Don’t need the time to wear it out

Give it everything I got

And fuck anyone who I doubt

If you ain’t 'bout your paper, I don’t know where the fuck you from

I get that shit by me making hits, I’m tryna be number one

And no matter what, I don’t sleep until I see the sun

Every move I make for money, I don’t do this shit for fun

If you ain’t 'bout your paper, I don’t know where the fuck you from

I get that shit by me making hits, I’m tryna be number one

And no matter what, I don’t sleep until I see the sun

Every move I make for money, I don’t do this shit for fun