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
take yearn This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipper Paper chaser for six figures bout my issue
14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your
your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your
fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money
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 with
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 me again
deep down within. I begin, by recognizing your power and also your grace, and how your children become one when we come before your glorious face.
right thinking that I might follow your steps right thinking u got flow stealing a dead mans show by getting the role right what a low life didn't your
read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase
paper chaser Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) [
I'm a paper chaser Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (
Questions, fuck you and your weapon You're pussy, your gun ain't went off since '87 My Mac-11 shot thirty-three in your direction Where I come from, bums
the fun {Tray Deee} Niggaz how ya figure that the game gon' wait I came home straight from the pen to take your place Aint no chase this paper comin
2) The money come in, the money go The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes So I keep it G, continually stack this paper While all them bitches chase
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
