Boosie Badazz, Lil Phat, Lil Trill - My Avenue lyrics
[Boosie Badazz, Lil Phat, Lil Trill - My Avenue lyrics]
(Hey, you can catch me on my avenue
I'll show you what this money do)
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin'
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
Boosie Badazz! I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin'
Catch me on my avenue doing my thang
Everybody love me, people screamin' my name
I got the old folks bumpin' Boosie
Sorry but I got the Juvenile slangin'
Shootin', but it's the streets
Five shows a week, hey! I'm getting paid
(bling bling)
Choppin' on blades with my Boosie fade
I'm a hood role model
Ain't nothing you can tell me
Street game, ain't nothing you could sell me
Just watch me, million dolla nigga
You could call me Ted Debiasi!
Been 'bout my paper, let's keep it real
I've been had the streets for
The last five years
I wake up to get my cake up
Red bone in the back I'm gettin ate up
Twenty five every show, I got my weight up
Ask somebody on my avenue
(Shit, that Boosie Boo a paper chaser)
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin' i'm out here grindin'
I'm out here grindin'
You catch me on my avenue
Chillin in my Bugatti
I really do my thang boy
You better go ask somebody
My daddy told me get em
So I'm goin all the way
I got a bentley at 14
So I'm stupid out the gate
If you're just in that camaro yeah
Boy you're super late
If you ain't talking no money you
Can get up out my face
100, 000 on my wrist that was
Just cause of the bezel
They talk about the chain cause
The youngin rock several money, money
Money that's all I really need it
I knew how to count the money before
I knew how to read it
I'm the youngest, I'm the g'est
I really be doin my thang
When I hop up out the plane
Let girls screaming my name
I guess cause of the money or
Probably cause of the fame
Or the way I cuts up
When I went I my do thang
I'm all about my paper you can
Call me a paper chaser
I'm getting money I ain't
Worried bout you haters
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin'
I'll show you what this money do)
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin'
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)
Boosie Badazz! I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin'
Catch me on my avenue doing my thang
Everybody love me, people screamin' my name
I got the old folks bumpin' Boosie
Sorry but I got the Juvenile slangin'
Shootin', but it's the streets
Five shows a week, hey! I'm getting paid
(bling bling)
Choppin' on blades with my Boosie fade
I'm a hood role model
Ain't nothing you can tell me
Street game, ain't nothing you could sell me
Just watch me, million dolla nigga
You could call me Ted Debiasi!
Been 'bout my paper, let's keep it real
I've been had the streets for
The last five years
I wake up to get my cake up
Red bone in the back I'm gettin ate up
Twenty five every show, I got my weight up
Ask somebody on my avenue
(Shit, that Boosie Boo a paper chaser)
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin' i'm out here grindin'
I'm out here grindin'
You catch me on my avenue
Chillin in my Bugatti
I really do my thang boy
You better go ask somebody
My daddy told me get em
So I'm goin all the way
I got a bentley at 14
So I'm stupid out the gate
If you're just in that camaro yeah
Boy you're super late
If you ain't talking no money you
Can get up out my face
100, 000 on my wrist that was
Just cause of the bezel
They talk about the chain cause
The youngin rock several money, money
Money that's all I really need it
I knew how to count the money before
I knew how to read it
I'm the youngest, I'm the g'est
I really be doin my thang
When I hop up out the plane
Let girls screaming my name
I guess cause of the money or
Probably cause of the fame
Or the way I cuts up
When I went I my do thang
I'm all about my paper you can
Call me a paper chaser
I'm getting money I ain't
Worried bout you haters
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
All I want is my paper
I don't care what they say
(Hey you can catch me on my avenue
I show you what this money do)
I wake up to get my cake up
I'm out here grindin'