Fredo Bang - Paper lyrics

Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II

[Fredo Bang - Paper lyrics]

I've been counting up these Benjamins
My bank account ain't got no
Space I filled it in
I ain't dippin in your business if
It ain't bout no dividends
Fuck a friend
I got it I don't need nobody
To put my feelings in

Got it out the mud what's a handout
I'm always walking with a
Bag just like Santa
I went and got it on my own I can't uno
I made a million talking over these pianos
Walk up in your party I got 40 on me
I used to spin on niggas block
With that 40 on me
Glock tucked on me right now you
Just don't see it on me
Ya prolly lose your life if you run up on me
Rich nigga shit I kept feel it on me


Water drippin' on my neck this
Shit spillin' on me
Said I wouldn't be shit
Had me feeling lonely
Now your TV screen gotta see me on it
I heard ya came from the
Dirt now ya neck froze
I heard ya turned some lint to a bankroll
Now you spending thousands on
Some plain clothes
It turnt out you that nigga
Guess they ain't know
Never let em tell you what you can't do
Never let a nigga know your next move
Gotta keep on pushin' when that work through
Can't nobody stop your blessing
That's the damn truth

Get that paper, get that paper
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