Young Lace - Papered Up lyrics

[Hook] Focused on the money, n***a, nothin' else I got my team with me, we don't want no help Talkin' that sh** is gon be something else Cuz I'm focused on the money, n***a, nothin' else Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie Papered up, got racks, homie, papered up, got racks, homie Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie Papered up: got racks, homie; papered up: got racks, homie [Verse 1] Have you ever seen an out-of-towner walkin' up in yo hood? Hoppin' off of that plane, got that weed burnin' that good? Bad b**h in my backseat, bad b**h in my pa**enger .40 Glock in that Louis purse, talk that sh**, it's a ma**acre Presidential that Rolie (don't stuff crust my blonde) Big racks all in my pocket, big smoke all in my lung Get 5K for a show, I hit the club and I throw that Cuz I know when I wake up I'mma go get mo racks Chrome rims with my long chick on a long trip and I'm gon hit You need a favor you hit me up and then cut the check, and I'm on it C.O. of my own sh**, general for that wave game Y'all n***as so dickless and I always bring my A-game [Hook] [Verse 2] Now y'all focused up on this money, and I ain't worried 'bout nothin' else I done count so much bread n***a, I can count to million by my f**in' self f**in' money machine, n***a, I'm in love with these paper cuts I'm a real (?) extraordinaire, n***a, I need my f**in' paper cut Hatin' n***as get your money up, fake n***as can't f** with us This (?) is in my double cup, my goon n***as stay huddled up I'm papered up and got racks, homie, UPS my packs, homie Overnight they touch down, just (?), homie If you don't, that's your choice I bet your a** get cracked, homie With that .40 I ain't even playin': like "click-clack" I'll blast, homie Hold up Wave, wave game got rack If EPA got rack, f** it, (fifth?) stacks at Saks [Hook]