Top Songs By Marc Papers
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marc Papers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ARC
Lyrics
Christopher Marc Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Papers
Mixing Engineer
Brendan Reza
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Get your papers up
R.S.K
Let it play, boy
E.N.V.Y. me
I don't do shit and I don't do P.E
Kiss my butt like cheese
I don't do drugs but I roll my trees
I'm so fly like Peter Pan
I walk on the water like Jesus can
Two plus two is the equal man
Nigga, fuck your truth
Come and do your dare
Got a bitch so white like a polar bear
Fire in my heart like a solar flare
The devil is hot even you will scare
And I do what I do cause I know I can
Pretty but short as damn
Didn't plan but it was the plan
I am legend, I was born again
Life gon' be grand like my father's death
I'm on fire, I'll never retire
The flow is entirely diary
I am a pioneer
I got the heart of a lion inside of me
I am a different type of my kind
You're trying to deal with the devil
He's buying me
I won't do what the devil is trying me
I'm ahead of my time
If he tiring me, put my future and presence behind me
I'm about to blow, to swim in the flow
The feelings you show, I do and I go
Wipe off your nose
I got an ego the size of my throne
I hold the grudge, I can never let go
To the go back, I'm doing the most
The damage is done, it was already post
Yeah
Call me the bomb cause you know I'm a bro
Playing with the flow and I stand with the truth
And I'm married to game, I make love to the booth
Eat up the beats, I'm all dead
It's my food, so get ready for second cause I never lose
I'm breaking the rules like breaking the two
Walk in the room and I switch up the mood
Yeah
I went in and do what I said I would do
I put up pain and problems
Bring all your girls, I'ma solve them
Only want money and dollars
If I get a chance, I'ma holla
I put up pain and problems
Bring all your girls, I'ma solve them
Only want money and dollars
If I get a chance, I'ma holla
I'm the nigga that they wanna envy
Pussy nigga never tempt me
Your pocket's empty, I'm stacking plenty
Get it fast, nigga never lengthy
I'm looking fly like who sent me
With a real big bag like a filled up hefty
I switch the game like a Southpaw, but I'm not lefty
I do it right, and these fake clowns watch my swag
That's why I gotta ring them out like a washing rag
Cause if you let them envy, then they try to stop your bag
And I can't have it
I'm after mathematics
I'm a cash addict
Make these haters envy me
Empty three
I'll be these cats in they bag
It's a fact
Run it back like Ricky Williams
These haters know I kill them
Whoa
I stack racks
My snap back hot
My stash is in a box
I'm triller to the stock
Thinking long term money
Turn the bread into the stock's chea
And I'ma kill a whole game till it's not fair
I like the switch the style cause they like to watch wears
I'm moving like a don, so they envy
I'm always staying ready cause haters come in many
Yeah
I put up pain and problems
Bring all your girl's I'ma solve them
Only want money and dollars
If I get a chance I'ma holla
I put up pain in the problems
Bring all ya girls I'ma solve them
Only want money in dollars
If I get a chance I'ma holla
I put up pain and problems
Bring all your girls I'ma solve them
Only want money in dollars
If I get a chance I'ma holla
I put up pain in the problems
Bring all ya girls I'ma solve them
Only want money in dollars
If I get a chance I'ma holla
Writer(s): Christopher Robertson
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