Potter Payper - By Any Means lyrics

Dough, paper, scrilla, chaser
Got food, I cater, semi auto, trader
It's AM for that white, 9 for that B
I got money on my mind
I still count it in my sleep
I ain't chilling on no beach
I be sitting in the trap
Couple racks all on my lap
Freaky shit I love these fiends darg
All I drink's Courvoisier and all
I smoke is cheese
Get a blowie off your beans
Tell me Potter you're so ream
Got my swag turned all the way up
Macaroni I don't smoke Dutch
Got Kindoki all in my blood
Cah these spirit's all in my cup
Now these bitches all on my dick
Bring me tell me say she wan' fuck
So I told her come to my crib
And I dig it all in her cunt
Streethеad Potter been 'bout it
Dirty money I'm counting
Off of pebbling ouncеs
We getting money like count this
Love them chocolate brownings
Told her pop it and bounce it
Take this bottle and down it
Scream who love me the loudest
They say Potter nuts like Olay
Kill the white girl OJ
Food rocky like Stone Age
Dickhead stuck in the 80s
Give a fuck about them old days
Fuck about what they do
Rating me so hard that there's no
Room for me to rate you shout my dargy Dizz
Got that what they call me Chris
Got that lemon on my breath
Smell like E&J when I piss
Bitch you looking at a star
See me make a wish back up on my front
She feeling something stiff
I got that swammy on deck 32 no wretch
Money's getting so long
I don't need to make this shit stretch
Money paper spondoolix on my brain though
Got me feeling godfather Fredo
Im wasted, I'm so high, Scarface
It's all mine nought fours, nought fives
He connied his, I bought mine
I'm like Vito up in this bitch
Battered cheese all up in this spliff
Up in this bitch
Jackson leave you Tito up in this bitch
Fit my ego up in this bitch
Potter fly like Petrelli
I'm a hero up in this bitch
I go from nought to 60 in seconds
Buzzing off my weed essence
Bitch about that you really I might
Have to teach you some lessons
Can't make sense of this mula
It's all sixes and sevens
No guitar in my booth but I still
Rock it like I'm John Lennon
Will Smith I am legend
I still buy 'em and sell 'em
If your boy actin' fruity
I'll put one in his melon
Miss your arse is so big
Can I ask you one question
How 'bout making some room
For your boy in them denims
I been smoking that Amnesia though so
I don't know your name
Hope that it's Khadija cus that
Head game was insane brain was exquisite
I've been gone for a minute
Slim ting love for them visit's
No more eagles and pigeons
I keep it moving like Jagger
Got that Essex boy swagger
Hit your bitch with a dagger
Boom boom like Basil the badger
Potter you take the piss
Pen them bitch bladder
I just drink 'til I'm bladdered
Ain't nobody ain't nobody badder
Nobody badder