Chuuwee, Trizz - Superbowl lyrics

Look at the fruit of my labor
What i'm gon do with my paper
I don't gotta prove you a hater
Niggas got a spoon in my flavors
Money a bitch I might chase her
Smokin on Celtic and Lakers
I Don't gotta prove you a hater
Niggas got spoons in my flavor
Thinkin bout buyin a scraper
What im gonna do with my paper
Blowing on shoe with my fragrance
Blow it on two of my favorite
Look at the fruit of my labor
What im gonna do with my paper
I'm in a coupe or a scraper
Nigga got a spoon in my flavor

All you wanted was a piece of clout
I'm overseas I guess we even now
Niggas wanna build like we makin town
I appreciate it thanks for reachin out
Dollar sign if im speaking out
Nah I play with thousands and I'm freakin out
I had to start up a bank account
Ain't no telling where we take it now
I paid with cash for my first car
Then I had to leave that bitch broken down
Ain't nobody was postin me on the blog
Fast forward to Spotify tokin now
Ropin dope when im smokin loud
Windows up when im smokin out
The side bitches ain't the one
For me they gon
Hold you up and never hold you down damn

Look at the fruit of my labor
What i'm gonna do with my paper
I don't gotta prove you a hater
Niggas got a spoon in my flavors
Money a bitch I might chase her
Smokin on Celtic and Lakers
I Don't gotta prove you a hater
Niggas got spoons in my flavors
Thinkin bout buyin a scraper
What im gonna do with my paper
Blowing on shoe with my fragrance
Blow it on two of my favorite
Look at the fruit of my labor
What im gonna do with my paper
I'm in a coupe or a scraper
Nigga got a spoon in my flavor

If you ain't gon do it don't say it
Its gon happen soon as I okay it
Turn up my shit if they play it
We in this bitch and they
Know we ain't playin
Its banging as soon as I lace it
I'm faded as soon as I face it
I'm drinking and i ain't gon chase it
Swervin I ain't gon make it
Stashin and savin my paper
Cash it and pray for my haters
Nigga I paid for my scraper black on
Black with the grey like the Raiders
They say I don't know when to stop
We gon pull up in a drop
We on our way to the top
And we don't give a fuck if we make it or not

Look at the fruit of my labor
What i'm gonna do with my paper
I don't gotta prove you a hater
Niggas got a spoon in my flavors
Money a bitch I might chase her
Smokin on Celtic and Lakers
I Don't gotta prove you a hater
Niggas got spoons in my flavors
Thinkin bout buyin a scraper
What im gonna do with my paper
Blowing on shoe with my fragrance
Blow it on two of my favorite
Look at the fruit of my labor
What im gonna do with my paper
I'm in a coupe or a scraper
Nigga got a spoon in my flavor