Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Paper Trail lyrics

Jeremie Damon Pennick

[Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Paper Trail lyrics]

This for my hustlers, getting money
Shaking corners who got weight for sale
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
I told the plug I take concealed
So the dogs can't taste or smell
That type of money, don't leave a paper trail
I told my bitch to count that bag
She ain't worried if she break a nail
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
And we do 80 through the city in
Them coupes like we race forreal
This type of money don't leave a paper trail

While ya'll hit the stores up
I'm getting my scores up
I just got funding for a business in Florida
My man said he broke
I'm boutta send him a quarter
Got a list of niggas that
Owe in alphabetical order
I see him once a week to collect
So we don't speak for days
Be the connect and you grow to
Be who the people praise
We was blessed from illegal ways each day
I'm putting dog food in the
Streets like I'm feeding strays
All came from the same gravel
But the difference is I played with cocaine
Ya'll played Scrabble
Love was deep, it became shallow
It's jealousy in your brain
That's something that I can't battle
Now it's sitting in your heart
You let that hate travel
Like I ain't have you making money
When I ain't have to
Niggas lucky that I ain't blast you
But Imma kill 'em with success
Like fuck it just drive the Wraith past you
I feel like death nearing
Careful, looking over my shoulder like
The rearview mirror broke
I'm the provider of the purest dope
Come and try it, you'll be high as a
Bad driver insurance quote
I got it all from Pyrex glasses
I'm at the finish line
About to high step past it
It's big diamonds on my neck flashing
Real bright, at night
I could hop out and direct traffic bastard!

This for my hustlers shaking corners
Who got weight for sale
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
I told the plug I take concealed
So the dogs can't taste or smell
That type of money, don't leave a paper trail
I told my bitch to count that bag
She ain't worried if she break a nail
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
And we do 80 through the city in
Them coupes like we race forreal
This type of money don't leave a paper trail

You can feel it cuz it's more than music
I started off the underdog
Then I started proving
I went harder when they thought I was stupid
I got smarter
I learned about coke and water
And all of it's uses
I don't get caught up in all them excuses
Plausible rumors my name being brought up
In multiple shootings
A double-cross is the ultimate screw ya
Mob shit, cuz we don't squash shit until we
Get the heart of the shooter
You put the pain then you should be respected
That's where you eat protected
Cuz that's the only way the streets accept it
They say it happens when you least expect it
We did that time and didn't fold
We bit our tongues when we seen detectives
The yams flunk, I let you keep the extras
The bands come, i stick to white like Danny
Glover in Lethal Weapon
I'm on the road, GPSing
Tryna read directions make it home
Then I cut a whole one up into equal sections
My other bitch hate to be neglected
She want it
I text "I'm coming" and the bitch
Know to delete the message
Ask your pops, in the streets we legends
We all yay pumpers
Floyd May' numbers- undefeated records
Let's go!

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