Lunch Money - Shout Out to Papi lyrics

[Produced by Hunga] [Hook: Lunch Money] Let's go see Papi, let's go see Papi He give me the yayo, I get the block jumping Shout out to Papi, shout out to Papi He give me the c**aine, I bring back the money Let's go see Papi, Papi, Papi Shout out to Papi, Papi, Papi Let's go see Papi, let's go see Papi He give me the yayo, I get the hood jumping [Verse 1: Young Money Yawn] Hola Diego, get half of your pesos Give me more menthol, I need more of them Legos Guapo the ocho, coke, 'bout a boatload Son of El Chapo, which means I'm plugged in with Pablo I am head honcho, so bring back [?] Or I call up my shooters, I need all [?] pronto Shout out Griselda, god damn would have nailed her Front me a brick, swear I would not have failed her Now back to the block I go, them project halls I sold Get hit with the work, get rid of the work or [?] Port of Miami, Scarface and Manny We came here with nothin', they took us in like we're family [Hook: Lunch Money] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Without bein' co*ky, I'm callin' them copies They wanna be Pusha, they doin' it sloppy I'm movin' that snow, I'm skatin' like hockey I run through these streets, a n***a feeling like Rocky My wrists lookin' rocky, I'm flyin' a poppy And drive from Arizona once I meet my compadres I'm watchin' these n***as, they watchin' my money They actin' the part, but they watches look funny I hustle through winter, to live where it's sunny The honeycomb hide out, I'm stashin' a bunny I sold dope my whole rap career, for the record And lived every line, so you gotta respect it [Hook: Lunch Money] [Verse 3: Young Money Yawn] I'm tied to the coke cartel, they fresh on the boat, all yell Got a spot off Thailand, another in the A, no tellin' where the boat gon' sell Green Bay, real packers, they unload the wrappers Count it all up, break it all down then dish it to trappers Why they snatch Sosa? Doin' life for that yola Pure Colombian coke, I'm still meetin' his quotas Drugs are my savior, you bless me, I praise yah Rather die on a cross, 'fore I snitch on my maker These n***as talkin' work, they lyin', they put me in the dirt, they dyin' If I go, everything falls, that's the life of organized crime Police on payroll, don't play 'bout that yayo Murder for hire, we'll peel back potatoes [Hook: Lunch Money]