Everybody - Paper Lovee, Dae Dae

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' get it if they print it

They’ve been printin' for a minute, them lil' niggas just won’t get it, yeah

Everybody pop out on that pistol with them Benjis out

Pulled up on a kid and found out he wasn’t really gettin' it, yeah

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' go and cop that Bentley

How you gon' cop that Bentley if you ain’t out here tryna get it in?

Everybody postin' pictures with they bitches

All in they feelings, but when they break up, have they ass be lookin' silly,

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Have they ass be lookin' silly, 'cause they out here chasin' bitches

I’m chasin' Benjis, I’m tryna ball like Diddy

Told my nigga, «If you with me and you go against me

I’ma have to kill you,» and he know that I wasn’t kiddin', yeah

My nigga know I wasn’t playin', yeah

My nigga know what I’m sayin', yeah

I’m just Saint Lawrence’s finest bro

All that shit come off the hand

And I’m still thinkin' I’m the man

'Cause if I’m the man, you the man, we the man

And I throw with the Bloods so I beat a man

I know my little nigga tough 'cause we beat him in

Everybody talkin' 'bout how they got this and that

I got Gucci, I got Louis, I mix and match

Hit the mall, I want it all, I’ma spend some racks

I miss my brother, boy please bring Lil Richard back

You see that 'Rari outside?

I fucked your bitch in that

Got a brand new spot, and my bathroom and my kitchenette

I lost my ho and fucked 'round, got all my bitches back

I bucked and I, these niggas are not fixin' that

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' get it if they print it

They’ve been printin' for a minute, them lil' niggas just won’t get it, yeah

Everybody pop out on that pistol with them Benjis out

Pulled up on a kid and found out he wasn’t really gettin' it, yeah

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' go and cop that Bentley

How you gon' cop that Bentley if you ain’t out here tryna get it in?

Everybody postin' pictures with they bitches

All in they feelings, but when they break up, have they ass be lookin' silly,

ayy

Everybody talkin' how they heavy hunters

How they stuntin', boy you cap, you know you on it, boy you silly

I got pointers on my rings, I got punters that gon' squeeze

I got Robins on my jeans, a nigga drippin'

I got cars with no keys, I got broads waitin' on me

I got God, he with me, I got choppers in that Jeep

I got Cashset with me, lot of cash that’s on me

Lot of bag that’s on me, ain’t no playin', time to eat

And it’s still run your racks up

And I’m still in that black truck, yeah (turn up)

And it’s still fuck your set boy

And you still bring my ears up

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' get it if they print it

They’ve been printin' for a minute, them lil' niggas just won’t get it, yeah

Everybody pop out on that pistol with them Benjis out

Pulled up on a kid and found out he wasn’t really gettin' it, yeah

Everybody talkin' 'bout they gon' go and cop that Bentley

How you gon' cop that Bentley if you ain’t out here tryna get it in?

Everybody postin' pictures with they bitches

All in they feelings, but when they break up, have they ass be lookin' silly,

ayy