Faze Me - Nines, Speshill

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me, no

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me, no

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me

But the truth is this life can make me go crazy

I’m just tryna get paper and leave

I’m just tryna get that paper and leave, yeah

Get paper and leave

I’m just tryna get that paper and leave, yeah

Get paper and leave

Still on the corner, but I ain’t stressin

Doin better than last year, that’s progression

No help, started stackin from the bottom

Can’t buy a house, got the dough

That’s a Trapstar problem

We be mobbin on them paigons on sight

And I’m rollin with the stainless, I don’t fight

I leave your brains on your Nike’s

But I’m tryin hard to do nuttin hot

Cah I make a killin every time I take the food out the pot

I just stand by the stove and cook Os

The whole hood knows

Pullin up in German whips

Used to push pon' Os

When I was on an O I still knew I was gonna blow

Christmas day on the strips

Dashin through in the snow

Put my hand on my hip

And my toolio blow

Yea I ran through them bitches, I got too many hoes

I don’t give a fuck if you come from a real-estate

Me and my own could be copin real-estate

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me, no

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me, no

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me

But the truth is this life can make me go crazy

I’m just tryna get paper and leave

I’m just tryna get that paper and leave, yeah

Get paper and leave

I’m just tryna get that paper and leave, yeah

Get paper and leave

They tryna find my weakness but I don’t have a flaw

Ball so hard a nigga shoulda won a Ballon d’Or

I been feelin stressed for a while

Cause all I see is bills bills bills like Destiny’s Child

Just to think I got these birds from a Q

Set a fire hustler, I could sell a mermaid a shoe

All this ammi and cane

A nigga trapped in a game

I’d rather live by the ocean

Flyer than a concord

Blazer from Tom Ford

Came from the drop-top

Now that bitch is on-board

I’m gettin Ps, it ain’t a fluke

Throw my c’s up like puke

My nigga he just want a reason to shoot

I’m flyin birds, all them other niggas broke

Cuh they puttin too much magic in their coke

I went Harrods for a coke

Blew a stacky on some true’y trackies

Even bring my strally Westfields

I know I’m movin skatty

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me, no

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me, no

I been walkin round lately

Like this shit don’t faze me

But the truth is this life can make me go crazy

I’m just tryna get paper and leave

I’m just tryna get that paper and leave, yeah

Get paper and leave

I’m just tryna get that paper and leave, yeah

Get paper and leave