Paper Route Party

(Aye, turn me up, Mia Jaye, look…)

Yeah… Paper Route business, you know what it is (uh-huh)

Still independent, still countin’ up millions (facts)

(Let the bandpay)

Walked in the club, hundred racks on me (uh-huh)

Diamonds on my neck, make the lights OD (yeah)

All gas, no brakes, can’t slow my speed (skrrt)

If it ain’t about the money, don’t talk to me (nah)

I pull up, matte black foreign on stealth mode (skrrt)

Pocket full of hunnids, can’t fold, need a billfold (racks)

Shorty on me bad, and she know she in the end zone

VIP lit, all my dawgs with the big bones (woof)

Ice drip, ten chains, shine like a chandelier

Bottle after bottle, whole section lookin’ clear

I don’t chase checks, checks chase me (facts)

I been the man, Glock don’t do Plan B (nope)

Walked in the club, hundred racks on me (uh-huh)

Diamonds on my neck, make the lights OD (yeah)

All gas, no brakes, can’t slow my speed (skrrt)

If it ain’t about the money, don’t talk to me (nah)

Dolph in the building, whole crowd get to jumpin’ (woo)

Twenty chains swingin’, that’s a light show stuntin’ (bling)

Paper Route business, independent, no frontin’ (facts)

Every time I drop, it’s a bag, no discussion (uh-huh)

Big smoke, big racks, whole life paid (cash)

Every car foreign, valet gettin’ slayed (skrrt)

Ain’t no middle man, I own what I made (yeah)

Legacy solid, real ones never fade (woo)

Walked in the club, hundred racks on me (uh-huh)

Diamonds on my neck, make the lights OD (yeah)

All gas, no brakes, can’t slow my speed (skrrt)

If it ain’t about the money, don’t talk to me (nah)