I’m makin that paper I’m makin that money You look like a dummy I pull up wit the drummy That shit was so funny I pull up wit the cash All I had to do Was jus flex for some ass No more fuckin around This a new typa sound I know they be jumping It’s my music they bumping Livin it up in the fast life Thas nice Hit him wit the nine Hit him through the spine I play wit guns of course I shoot n skeet off In that old school Porsche Don’t show no remorse For his daddy His mami His auntie His brotha This my flow man it ain’t like no otha I’m makin that paper Im makin that money You look like a dummy I pull up wit the drummy That shit was so funny I pull up wit the cash All I had to do Was jus flex for some ass If that pussy wanna play Tell that pussy boy lay down Turn yo motha fuckin play ground To a spray ground They know we don’t play round Say he want the statik Like j Make the whole gang exstatic My money comin in automatic Like my rifle The way I live my life its delightful If you don’t step like this The we don’t step the same way If don’t walk like this Then it’s the pavement you gon stay If you don’t talk like this Then i know for a fact you another fake I’m makin that paper I’m makin that money You look like a dummy I pull up wit the drummy That shit was so funny I pull up wit the cash All I had to do Was jus flex for some ass