Origami my paper won't fold Purple Trill out, here we go Your money's shorter than most I'm talkin' SpaceJam, Mugsy Bogues Darren Sproles, But I'm... Manu Ginobli Manu Ginobli Manu Ginobli Cause I ball but I stick to my role I wish you stuck to the code wish you ain't act like a hoe this new shit is startin' to get old like Martin I stay with a Tommy, I'm Cole (cold) turn a G.I. Joe into Sloppy Joe SnapChat Logo, I'm in the ghost Scratch that, hold up, I'm in the Rolls Origami my paper won't fold Purple Trill out, here we go Your money's shorter than most I'm talkin' SpaceJam, Mugsy Bogues Darren Sproles, But I'm... Manu Ginobli Manu Ginobli Manu Ginobli Cause I ball but I stick to my role I wish you stuck to the code wish you ain't act like a hoe this new shit is startin' to get old like Martin I stay with a Tommy, I'm cole (cold) Manu Ginobli... Purple Trill took control of me... I'm tryna take Nicki from Meek, You tryna take nicki from Professor Oglebee (ahhh) No I am not playing no more with you niggas, aint playing no more nigga I drop a freestyle every friday and drop a mixtape on you niggas like ahhh Bitch aint no clonin me I support crack like a toilet seat i'm all 'bout a dollar like Dollar Tree Syrup in my cup everything's moving slow I keep the tools like I'm Lowe's Progressive how that money 'Flo' I gave your shawty the 'tip' Like she waiting on 2k to load Pockets stick out like Khloe's cameltoe In the words on Firemen, where's the Hose (hoes) Spray niggas like I'm selling Bootleg cologne Origami my paper won't fold Purple Trill out, here we go Your money's shorter than most I'm talkin' SpaceJam, Mugsy Bogues Darren Sproles, But I'm... Manu Ginobli Manu Ginobli Cause I ball but I stick to my role I wish you stuck to the code wish you ain't act like a hoe this new shit is startin' to get old like Martin I stay with a Tommy, I'm cole (cold) Manu Ginobli... Manu Ginobli Manu Ginobli No I am not playing no more with you niggas, aint playing no more nigga I No I am not playing no more with you niggas, aint playing no more nigga I

No excuses Why you so broke, my nigga No excuses aye girl you better come through No excuses Your nigga keep making up More excuses He ain't got it, I got to get it, out the gate 'cause That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life The money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life I don't get tired but I get money It's only 1 I, no offense to Fetty Trying to stick the king in a guillotine But to money is where I be headed, beheaded I need the dough for a Maserati Shit the way I roll, you would swear I got it If it don't make us a damn dollar It don't make sense, Wendy Williams' body Man I crashed my Harley when I rolled though Raleigh Boy I balled balled (bald) like the head on Common Look at you, you must really like eating Ramen Boy you got it all wrong, Steve Harvey No excuses I just fuck 'em don't want no confusion I'm never trapped by Cookie, I ain't Luscious Bandana cooking up like Metro Boomin Tonight I'm going in 'cause No excuses Why you so broke, my nigga No excuses aye girl you better come through No excuses Your nigga keep making up More excuses He ain't got it, I got to get it, out the gate 'cause That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life The money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life They say we rap bout money too much, what Fuck y'all niggas, ku klux Trill niggas know that this is motivation 'cause if life's a bitch, what does money make it Money make that bitch come, Ross said it So we dressed in black like a Chili's waiter We need big rings, Sonic off of Sega You ain't super thuggin', you ain't Noreaga Cut the bullshit with a light saber We was moving it in a Buick Sabre Nigga no excuses, no one's going to pay you If they tell you different, nigga know they faking Know they lying They ain't got it, they ain't bout it They just looking, they ain't buying Craig's pops said it right But fuck trying to fight another day Tony Stark, I got that iron You say I'm preaching to the choir Well if the choir knew so much, I would learn from the choir How can I learn from a buyer My pants can't Carey the Cannon no more, I'm Mariah No excuses Why you so broke, my nigga No excuses aye girl you better come through No excuses Your nigga keep making up More excuses He ain't got it, I got to get it, out the gate 'cause That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life The money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life That money be giving me life

Fuck all you niggas for real Fuck all you niggas for real You wasn't around when a nigga was down Now shut up, hold the camera still Only God kept it real I put out a hit on that fake shit All I asked for was patience I deserve to make it I deserve to be caking I deserve all these bottles I deserve to be drinking syrup Rolling up the purp when I make it I deserve to say to fuck you Fuck all you niggas for real Fuck all you bitches for real Shut up hold the camera still My pockets fat like Uncle Phil Word to Future I fuck up the commas I balled (bald) like Wiz Khalifa's baby momma If you ain't riding just be honest I don't do that half and half, Arnold Palmer And everybody that I thought was real Disappeared, David Copperfield Now my pockets getting thick as fuck That's James Harden's beard, that's what's up Now they trying to uppercut, you know, hit me up Hmmmmmm, that's what's up Walk in the bank and hit my dab on 'em Excuse my blackness Stacy Dash on 'em Boy I was broke with a passion Now I'm up in Onyx throwing all this cash while Diamond diamond diamond diamonds on me dancing Fuck all you niggas for real You all left a nigga when he needed help Fuck all you niggas for real Fuck all you niggas for real You wasn't around when a nigga was down Now shut up, hold the camera still Only God kept it real I put out a hit on that fake shit All I asked for was patience I deserve to make it I deserve to be caking I deserve all these bottles I deserve to be drinking syrup Rolling up the purp when I make it I deserve to say to fuck you Fuck all you niggas for real Fuck all you bitches for real Got a new bitch and she bad Talking water in Michigan bad So go on ahead get a new nigga I'm everything you wish he had My phone was popping when I had it all Now that bitch dry, it got menopause I don't miss none of y'all, not at all Only thing that I miss is my exit Doing 75 in my convertible Top down middle fingers up Fuck the world, Tupac in my stereo Trill shit I ball like Penny with the Magics But shoot like Dirk Nowitzki with the Mavericks Boy I was broke with a passion Now I'm up in Onyx throwing all this cash while Diamond diamond diamond diamonds on me dancing Fuck all you niggas for real You all left a nigga when he needed help Fuck all you niggas for real Fuck all you niggas for real You wasn't around when a nigga was down Now shut up, hold the camera still Only God kept it real I put out a hit on that fake shit All I asked for was patience I deserve to make it I deserve to be caking I deserve all these bottles I deserve to be drinking syrup Rolling up the purp when I make it I deserve to say to fuck you Fuck all you niggas for real Fuck all you bitches for real Fuck all you bitches for real

I need my codeine for my long flight Mighty Morphin' Weed for my long nights Chewing all my pills, I'll be alright If I ever come down... Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs Do a lot of Drugs, rollin, lot of Drugs Everybody know, soon as I pull up Where's your USB, heard you got that plug Fuck the boys in blue, 'cept for Andrew Luck They trying to lock me up, they know I got drugs My P.O. Know I'm High, don't know why they try Majin Buu in my sprite, Visine for my eyes Look at this, look at that, look at that flex It give's me life, It's going to be my death Once I got right man all my problems left Molly and Percocet, Codone and X Searching for that fire I'm a heat seeker Popping Pills like I just blew my Beats Speakers And you don't ever want to see a nigga sober, cause I'm Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs Do a lot of Drugs, rolling, lot of Drugs You can kill me but I'd rather let the drugs Perfect escape, I'm in love with the drugs You gone love me, when I OD off of drugs Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs A D-D-Drugs, I was hooked on the curb Addicted to fiends, addicted to mulah, In the kitchen like Kerr, Making that Draymond Green The plug said that he coming to America L-O-L Prince Akeem And if the feds come around, you should know by now Blunt full of gas like it's on full And I'ma hit the gas like my right foot Hit that bitch twice like my name Suge I said hit that bitch twice like my name Suge Searching for that fire I'm a heat seeker Popping Pills like I just blew my Beats Speakers And you don't ever want to see a nigga sober, cause I'm Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs Do a lot of Drugs, rolling, lot of Drugs You can kill me but I'd rather let the drugs Perfect escape, I'm in love with the drugs You gone love me, when I OD off of drugs Nothing without Drugs, Nothing without Drugs

Yo All The OG's in your city They fuckin' with me nigga who is you The fakest niggas be in the trap, that's the truth, true  They go straight to the plug like Bobbi Christina's tube's do Snitch or get jammed, ain't got no hands  so they shoot, shoot Now you pissing off my whole crew Said you trap but ain't got no proof Said you out here and you fuck with us We don't know you That's why you always see me black 380 baby (We don't know you) on that Harley Davie right behind that Grey Mercedes (We don't know you) Get the work and then we skate like Weezy Baby Baby (Now you pissing off my whole crew) Yelling fuck the pigs, nigga As-Salaam-Aleichem Like a 2005 T.I.I don't know you Talking class, I'm alumni I'm in my ol' school Grabbing stacks flipping thru it like channels on a Roku Fuck talking I show you Like trill niggas supposed to With a bad biotch She hotter than the shins of Jason Terry wearing knee highs My real shabbas'll smoke you Like Bom Bom Bee-dah Do 'em greasy like soul food That yolo shit is old but the mentality is so new Now you pissing off my whole crew Said you trap but ain't got no proof Said you out here and you fuck with us We don't know you We don't know you We don't know you We don't know you We don't know you Like a 2005, T.I.I Don't know you Talking Class, I'm Alumni I'm in my ol' school Your girl yelling Go Han (go hun), got you feeling like Goku Fuck talking I show you Like trill niggas supposed to Ain't go lie, Breh I'm scared of jakes Judge us by our race Pull a black man for license plate He get 2 in face Got a bag full of goodness sake Trill niggas no fake Mo money mo... get it straight Puffy, Biggie, Ma$e You watch Aladdin? Oh you know Jafar? Niggas turn to snakes Give you dap, drink all out your cups Smile all in your face I had them type of niggas at me back when Wayne was wearing Bape You just a little bitch with some white, the trap's Lisa Raye Now you pissing off my whole crew Said you trap but ain't got no proof Said you out here and you fuck with us We don't know you We don't know you We don't know you We don't know you We don't know you

Hung-over, all morning Don't know what I was on and Don't know what we was pouring All I know, my nigga, we zoning Hung-over, all morning Don't know what I was on and Don't know what we was pouring All I know, my nigga, we zoning Last night, breh The turn up was too real Went hard, fuck a blue pill Wet dreams but they're too real Tenth band, tell Drake to call me Lou Will Would lie but I'm too Trill In LA like 'is Chris with Karrueche still' My dress code like 2 mil Side bitch thought I had a shoe deal Who the hell discovered liquor Bought a bottle for my niggas Champagne for the bitches Woke up in the morning like, 'nigga!' Hung-over, all morning Don't know what I was on and Don't know what we was pouring All I know, my nigga, we zoning Hung-over, all morning Don't know what I was on and Don't know what we was pouring All I know, my nigga, we zoning Last night, breh The turn up was too real Black bike but the coupe's teal She wanna turn up I'm like 'shawty' Just 'tell me what you want', Dru Hill Truth don't hurt but it do kill Fresh Prince like i knew Will I need lunch and dinner, thats 2 meal (mil') Nigga I Ball...Lucille Waitress hurry with the liquor Bought a bottle for my niggas Champagne for the bitches Woke up in the morning like, 'nigga!' Hung-over, all morning Don't know what I was on and Don't know what we was pouring All I know, my nigga, we zoning Hung-over, all morning Don't know what I was on and Don't know what we was pouring All I know, my nigga, we zoning

From the South, I got the Diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the Diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the Diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the Diamonds in my mouth Sure you want some more n**** Open up the door n**** Money short, Darren Sproles n**** Lights please, J Cole n**** Step 1:  Move work like so... Then I count the money up like so... Hell Yea, blow it all like...so... Chase the Paper, Never chase the hoe. (Counting money you know how it goes Pray the real live forever mayne Pray the fakes get exposed) Goin Murda Mook Russel Westbrook, Yea this n**** gonna shoot Trees in my circle like the bottom of a boot And we blowing loud like a tuba In the Battle of the Bands At a fucking HBCU Murda Mook with the choppas Future with the commas Comma, comma You a "Con" with the "Yay" (KanYe) Like North West father Oh nah I just popped a Xanny  feeling like I'm zonin' Oh nah Bitch I'm balling like 2k Your screen still loading Oh nah All these late nights that I put in work  Like Conan Oh nah The trap Love me like Makonen Oh nah Sure you want some more n**** Open up the door n**** Money short, Darren Sproles n**** Lights please, J Cole n**** Step 1:  Move work like so... Then I count the money up like so... Hell Yea, blow it all like...so... Chase the Paper, Never chase the hoe. Nooo... (Counting money you know how it goes Pray the real live forever maybe Pray the fakes get exposed) Original kid with the swag I been had the digital dash The streets raised me up with a ratchet  Like Serena and Venus's Dad  The dope was on call so I walked with the Balls in my Pocket like  Pokemon Ash  I hit your whole Family Guy  Make you feel the "lowest' (Louis) like Peter I (Ho!) Oh I.. I'm feeling like I'm zonin Oh nah K, Your screen still loading Oh nah All these late nights that I put in work  Like Conan Oh nah The trap Love me like Makonen Oh nah Sure you want some more n**** Open up the door n**** Money short, Darren Sproles n**** Lights please, J Cole n**** Step 1:  Move work like so... Then I count the money up like so... Hell Yea, blow it all like...so... N**** Chase the Paper, Never chase the hoe (Counting money you know how it goes Pray the real live forever maybe Pray the fake get exposed

I'm swangin' in my drop Bumping Moe while I get top, yea Purple in my system Everything come to a stop Everything come to a stop When that purple in my system Everything come to a stop Blowing purple in the rain Purple drank all in my cup I had asked them not to Shit still came out purple, what the fuck Bopper radar going off, mama what you really want You can probably get it while I got this Purple in my Cup Straight off the curb with that blanco Shock all you niggas like Blanka Harley's parked next to a Tonka 18 inch apes on a Honda Making it rain fuck your doppler Your money on Polly Pocket I sleep with one eye on the dollar It's almost like I'm Fetty Wap'n Teachers said we'll never walk up They tried to Fella's(Fail Us) word to Roca Now I get green like the hair on the midgets that push the freight for Willie Wonka Cleaner than Johnson & Johnson 50 bands stuffed in my joggers They say if you're scared go to church, What that mean You ain't heard about Charleston? Niggas getting murked  I'm swangin' in my drop Bumping Moe while I get top, yea Purple in my system Everything come to a stop Everything come to a stop When that purple in my system Everything come to a stop Blowing purple in the rain Purple drank all in my cup I had asked them not to Shit still came out purple, what the fuck Bopper radar going off, mama what you really want You can probably get it while I got this Purple in my Cup Straight off the curb with that blanco Shock all you niggas like Blanka Buddy keep talking and talking You'll be MIA Like the Dolphins  Here, put this up in your nostrils Bet that shit run like a faucet  Guns on top of guns on top of Let's just say breh, I got options Stacks on top of stacks on top of Before Paul Peirce was Boston We was flossin, Way before you was even tall enough to reach your bathroom faucet Cleaner than Johnson and Johnson 50 bands stuffed in my joggers They say if you're scared go to church, What that mean You ain't heard about Charleston? Niggas getting murked I'm swangin' in my drop Bumping Moe while I get top, yea Purple in my system Everything come to a stop Everything come to a stop When that purple in my system Everything come to a stop Blowing purple in the rain Purple drank all in my cup I had asked them not to Shit still came out purple, what the fuck Bopper radar going off, mama what you really want You can probably get it while I got this Purple in my Cup I'm swangin' in my drop Bumping Moe while I get top, yea Purple in my system Everything come to a stop Everything come to a stop When that purple in my system Everything come to a stop Blowing purple in the rain Purple drank all in my cup I had asked them not to Shit still came out purple, what the fuck Bopper radar going off, mama what you really want You can probably get it while I got this Purple in my Cup

Yea It's the fake nigga killa Fuck the he say she say We just put he she on 3 way Menage'n on the freeway Got these bitches going 3 ways The money coming in bout 3 ways Money longer than what's on the chin of Freeway On top of the game like I'm EA I don't know who Pete is but breh for Pete's sake Fuck the he say she say We just put he she on 3 way Menage'n on the freeway Got these bitches going 3 ways Ok 3 way On 3 way Put them hoes on 3 Way 3 Way That shit that you was talking, say that shit when you on 3 Way You want that Work, then say it while I got the Plug on 3 Way Fuck the he say she say We jus put he she on 3 way My plug stay down there where the Heat play You want consignment fuck 3way, go where he stay You sneeze wrong and shit goes down like Aaliyah's plane Down like Aaliyah's plane Same old actors, 'hood look a Madea play So you see this desi, oh that's Jeezy, That's Me Ok Fiends say my shit's the bomb-bomb, what Korea say Fuck the he say she say We just put he she on 3 way Menage'n on the freeway Got these bitches going 3 ways Ok 3 way On 3 way Put them hoes on 3 Way 3 Way That shit that you was talking, say that shit when you on 3 Way You want that Work, then say it while I got the Plug on 3 Way Money coming 3 ways got me paranoid Snakes all in my backyard got me paranoid Paranoid Paranoid Paranoid Paranoid Money coming 3 ways got me paranoid Snakes all in my backyard got me paranoid They photoshopping screenshots, oh my god man we can trust them no more Bitches be trying to run game lord I ain't trusting no whores So I slide up inside her and then I slide out I can't even go to dinner without my Waka Flocka, that 'Nigga-Stop-It', that 'Ch-Ch-Chopper' Swear to God, bet they wish my block was never popping I'm Ballin', soon as this 'Harden', no Houston Rocket You say I fucked your baby momma, wow this is awkward Well let's put that hoe on 3 way let's put that how on 3 way Money coming 3 ways got me paranoid Snakes all in my backyard got me paranoid Paranoid Paranoid Paranoid Paranoid

Gone off that Corn Liquor, Whoa Nigga I swear to drunk I ain't God I'm just doing me right now I swear to drunk I ain't God Breh fuck your couch I'm on top of the world And I ain't coming down Gone off that Corn Liquor, Whoa Nigga I swear to drunk I ain't God I swear to drunk I ain't God, no I swear to fake I ain't God, no So cold need a southpole Sitting next to the iron man, Gwen Paltrow Why the fuck you want to see my ID What the fuck you want to know about me Shawty by the bar knows about me Bet I beat the pussy up, Rhonda Rousey Man I been taking shots back to back like Drake did Meek nigga Now I'm all fucked up like Flavor Flav's front teeth nigga Shawty all stuck up like a dread on The Weeknd Till I bought a couple rounds and we all started drinking Now hop in my car if the cops stop us I swear to drunk I ain't God I'm just doing me right now I swear to drunk I ain't God Breh fuck your couch I'm on top of the world And I ain't coming down Gone off that Corn Liquor, Whoa Nigga I swear to drunk I ain't God ooh whoa buddy Shawty talking about can you remember last night Shawty how the fuck can you remember last night I hit the weed like the strings on a weed eater I swear to drunk I'm not God no How high am I only God knows So if I end up getting kicked out the club At least I leave out on a high note, whoo Cause I been taking shots back to back like Drake did Meek nigga Now I'm all fucked up like Flavor Flav's front teeth nigga Shawty all stuck up like a dread on The Weeknd Till I bought a couple rounds and we all started drinking Mix the white with the brown and the brown with the white swear to drunk I ain't God I'm just doing me right now I swear to drunk I ain't God Breh fuck your couch I'm on top of the world And I ain't coming down Gone off that Corn Liquor, Whoa Nigga I swear to drunk I ain't God

I count the money up, I count the money up I count the money up, I count the money up My partner is greedy he talking bout re-ing up But I don't want to trap no more Shoot out with po-po in front of my lobby I lead them outside dip off on Kawasaki Doing 1-40 on I-40 Breh I don't want to trap no more Counting the money up, nigga this ain't enough I need that Donald Trump, so for that Half-a-lump Dropping bitches like 'wrong lever Krunk' Got me out here swiping hard like a cashier that found out your food stamps ain't ringing up So run it up The tongue on my Reeboks is not the only time I've gripped a pump I'm renting a car and they ask for insurance That Glock on my dash is my only insurance Yesterday I found peace but today I'ma lose it I'ma lose it, go in the bathroom and lose it Word to that singer named Houston I crack heads, Whitney Houston I took your bitch out to Houston Just to chop it up with her and then screw it I fuck twin sisters like Future Fuck twins like a young Marquis Houston We do not trap just to do it And y'all thinking trap is just music I count the money up, I count the money up I count the money up, I count the money up My partner is greedy he talking bout re-ing up But I don't want to trap no more I don't want to trap no more My partner is greedy he talking bout re-ing up Breh I don't want to trap no more Counting the money up, me and my niggas Yesterday it was over 6 figures my nigga But I got 1 eye on my day one nigga Cause he trying to make it my last day nigga But man I swear to God that scrilla Make them bitches throw it back like a ball in the hand of a center at the line of scrimmage and it's 4th and inches Make them niggas throw it back at strippers while they dance on niggas Niggas that be snitching, niggas that'll Do anything just to get what you got Bet you they run to the cops Cop going to circle your block, get out and then stop My kid in the room next door He playing with Legos, his dad also plays with them blocks If I start hearing them shots I tell him just keep your eyes closed like Pokémon Brock This bullshit here has to stop I count the money up, I count the money up I count the money up, I count the money up My partner is greedy he talking bout re-ing up But I don't want to trap no more I don't want to trap no more My partner is greedy he talking bout re-ing up Breh I don't want to trap no more