"Papered Up" lyrics
Berner & E-40 Lyrics
Cheers, player
You got your Scorpio partner in this motherfucker with his other Scorpio partner
That nigga Berner
I go by the name of E-Feasible, Belafonte, Bellagiano, Bellwether
The best that ever did it and got away with it, you hear me, you bitches?
Let me spit my pokery, it's game involved
Everything that I do, every time I do it, it's gon' be taught
Check Game, bitch
I told my investments don't ever turn me into a liar
I'm Black Excellence waiting for my business to get acquired
Can't be hesitant, gotta bust back open fire
Nah, it ain't pleasant pimp, better flatten him like a tire
Back in the day when we rest our heads, you can't be snoozing
That's how you get slaughtered, that's how you get spanked, that's how you get a whoopin'
Smoking on turtle, that's Charles Broccoli fuckin' with my sight
I remember my money was telling jokes about me just like Wanda Sykes
I'm politicking the factors, smell the bag through the package
Certified, Bay Legend own all of my masters
Hundred million in fashion, brought the smoke to the masses Need that mailbox money, all my income is passive
Got a pretty bitch with me, mm, I love that she ratchet (Okay, I love you)
Yeah, I love that she ratchet
VVS's from coke rocks, I'm running through roadblocks
Been balling for too long, I'm praying it don't stop
Me and my dawgs been kicking up major dust (Major dust)
Count money fingertips full of paper cuts
Tell the world that they better buy weight from us
Two players from the Bay and we papered up
Tell 'em 40
And we papered up
You know, papered up, you understand me?
Out of state like a license plate
Man out here having a great- (And we papered up)
Yapered improvement, out here sticking and moving
They call me water, all about the dollar
Used to push yowder, never stole copper
This blap right here a knocker, this slap right here a winner
I remember when we used to have potted meat for dinner
People always ask me how I made it out the streets
By making dope raps and never turning on my peeps
A-huh, hella long ago, on 13th 24
I was cooking blow in the main artery of the ghetto
I'm numb to the snake venom, trucks we put weight in 'em
Out of state, they 6'8'' offshore and the bank hidden
Old school, but the whip new, the rims and the tint new
They mad that I'm on, they don't know what I been through
They should know that they fish food, the evil that men do
Triple seal a bag, celebrate when it get through
This old money smell funny, small faces look fake now
Bulletproof trucks, yeah, we slide in the tank now
Me and my dawgs been kicking up major dust
Count money, fingertips full of paper cuts
Tell the world that they better buy away from us
Two players from the Bay, and we papered up
Tell 'em 40
And we papered up
You know, papered up, you understand me?
Out of state like a license plate
Man out here having a great- (And we papered up)
Yapered improvement, out here sticking and moving, you understand me?
Biatch
You got your Scorpio partner in this motherfucker with his other Scorpio partner
That nigga Berner
I go by the name of E-Feasible, Belafonte, Bellagiano, Bellwether
The best that ever did it and got away with it, you hear me, you bitches?
Let me spit my pokery, it's game involved
Everything that I do, every time I do it, it's gon' be taught
Check Game, bitch
I told my investments don't ever turn me into a liar
I'm Black Excellence waiting for my business to get acquired
Can't be hesitant, gotta bust back open fire
Nah, it ain't pleasant pimp, better flatten him like a tire
Back in the day when we rest our heads, you can't be snoozing
That's how you get slaughtered, that's how you get spanked, that's how you get a whoopin'
Smoking on turtle, that's Charles Broccoli fuckin' with my sight
I remember my money was telling jokes about me just like Wanda Sykes
I'm politicking the factors, smell the bag through the package
Certified, Bay Legend own all of my masters
Hundred million in fashion, brought the smoke to the masses Need that mailbox money, all my income is passive
Got a pretty bitch with me, mm, I love that she ratchet (Okay, I love you)
Yeah, I love that she ratchet
VVS's from coke rocks, I'm running through roadblocks
Been balling for too long, I'm praying it don't stop
Me and my dawgs been kicking up major dust (Major dust)
Count money fingertips full of paper cuts
Tell the world that they better buy weight from us
Two players from the Bay and we papered up
Tell 'em 40
And we papered up
You know, papered up, you understand me?
Out of state like a license plate
Man out here having a great- (And we papered up)
Yapered improvement, out here sticking and moving
They call me water, all about the dollar
Used to push yowder, never stole copper
This blap right here a knocker, this slap right here a winner
I remember when we used to have potted meat for dinner
People always ask me how I made it out the streets
By making dope raps and never turning on my peeps
A-huh, hella long ago, on 13th 24
I was cooking blow in the main artery of the ghetto
I'm numb to the snake venom, trucks we put weight in 'em
Out of state, they 6'8'' offshore and the bank hidden
Old school, but the whip new, the rims and the tint new
They mad that I'm on, they don't know what I been through
They should know that they fish food, the evil that men do
Triple seal a bag, celebrate when it get through
This old money smell funny, small faces look fake now
Bulletproof trucks, yeah, we slide in the tank now
Me and my dawgs been kicking up major dust
Count money, fingertips full of paper cuts
Tell the world that they better buy away from us
Two players from the Bay, and we papered up
Tell 'em 40
And we papered up
You know, papered up, you understand me?
Out of state like a license plate
Man out here having a great- (And we papered up)
Yapered improvement, out here sticking and moving, you understand me?
Biatch
