Lyrics Get my paper peril p

Chorus: 

Just riding in my drop top, cp on the glock

chick with me, rolling up stick.

hey nothing i'm just tryna get my paper, my paper

So fire fire show them got a brother feeling higher higher 

Hey nothing i'm just tryna get my paper my paper hey.

 Rap part 1

Another day another dolla, feeling bothered but why i bother.

be stressed i just take a deep breath put my nikeys on and im out to get cheques

No recess we dont play round here no you cant slide with us no playgrounds here

niggas gossip so watch what you say round here by zeene just to make mine clear (yeah)

perp got my mind spinning like a windmill but my future still clearer ten the windshield.

And when you want it you gotta chase homie and i aint got a scale so i cant wait on it.

Every morning every momment now you  moaning like ason on the twenty

Im racking up the money cell phone jumping.

text say what a do i reply nothing new you know im just.

Chorus 

Rap part 2

(Hey) And a fool is something i cant fool with, cant walk in my 8 eight and a halfs.

My shoes to big to lit rolling down the street sipping on jin and juice listening to some snoop.

With my mind on my money money on my mind talking about some honeys with a honey on my line.

Horse on my shirt haters on my D***k toilet paper in my pockets i be feeling like the sh**t

Tryna get the green guess thats what makes them sick.

Got these lames looking blue almost thought that they was crips.

(Look) All they wave is white flags tell me i should ease up but im like nahh

All i do is go hard every line got dem tripping about to send them post cards.

Ever since i was small i knew i would do it big made a plan on how to make it rich.

Final Chorus