Smoothe da Hustler, Fedie Demarco - All About My Paper Lyrics

Yeah, Fetty, Voice of Watts, DCP volume 2, yeah, uh-huh, J-World Production, ha, Blue
J, Fetty, gang, yeah, Fetty,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my
paper, baby, I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby, I'm a hustler
I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby.
I'm married to the game to be the groom, bitch, it's my pleasure,
No wedding dress, but the white girl get measured,
Ziplock swag, my fashion fresher, if you feel pressured, leave it on the dresser,
Rubber grip, but the bullets ain't banking off you, you teflon vestless, then it'll cost you
Scared the blood from another man ain't washing off you,
Hope I ain't the black entertainer facing lawsuits,
B with the wings looking rich young in them, got wings on my watch and my rich young denim,
The fly guy that'll bring your bitch tongue with him,
Far from my old head, but got a bitch young with him,
Fuck who you know besides that name, don't ring a bell,
Leave you stuck in the truck like 612's, sorry skipper, my shit sail,
I got patience, dump a whole brick in six cells,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
Yeah it's the mic bosser, nighthawker, leg clapper,
Ice Flosser, Dice Tosser, Head Cracker,
Smoothe got Brooklyn on lock hyped up, it's heavy,
Fetty got watts like a light bulb, get ready
No flow, then keep on stepping, no hope, you should run reverend,
No doe, you a John Legend
Both coasts tote toast, smoke locs who approach,
This the wrong session,
9-2 had the 190E Benzie,
Now its S550, I did a 360,
I had that rush, it all makes sense,
If y'all niggas still ain't convinced, then add that up,
Shit a nigga chilling, I be hanging out in hell,
With D' evils and hot heads, blaze em out with L's,
I'm getting M's,
Stopping me, that's an N-O,
I stay on my P's and Q's
Like I was selling indo, hustler.
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder
I'm getting money, it's a must, I remind ya,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder,
I'm getting money, plus I out shine ya,
I came a long way off these ghetto food stamps,
Now i ball like Horace, in his prime with all grants,
Keep a K on his arms, like I'm Kevin Durant,
Leave you hidden in the valley, buried on a ranch,
If you toss salads, you little fucking faggot
Getting money, more money, to all my worst habits,
You looking like a rabbit, staring at my carrots,
All that biting don't impress me, I'm a bit embarrassed,
Duct tape on my heat with no safety,
Burner black like Tyrese, and it's waist deep,
No relation to a rat still I chase cheese,
Getting money over bits, a stack of hundreds, eight feet,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby

Yeah, Fetty, Voice of Watts, DCP volume 2, yeah, uh-huh, J-World Production, ha, Blue
J, Fetty, gang, yeah, Fetty,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my
paper, baby, I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby, I'm a hustler
I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby.
I'm married to the game to be the groom, bitch, it's my pleasure,
No wedding dress, but the white girl get measured,
Ziplock swag, my fashion fresher, if you feel pressured, leave it on the dresser,
Rubber grip, but the bullets ain't banking off you, you teflon vestless, then it'll cost you
Scared the blood from another man ain't washing off you,
Hope I ain't the black entertainer facing lawsuits,
B with the wings looking rich young in them, got wings on my watch and my rich young denim,
The fly guy that'll bring your bitch tongue with him,
Far from my old head, but got a bitch young with him,
Fuck who you know besides that name, don't ring a bell,
Leave you stuck in the truck like 612's, sorry skipper, my shit sail,
I got patience, dump a whole brick in six cells,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
Yeah it's the mic bosser, nighthawker, leg clapper,
Ice Flosser, Dice Tosser, Head Cracker,
Smoothe got Brooklyn on lock hyped up, it's heavy,
Fetty got watts like a light bulb, get ready
No flow, then keep on stepping, no hope, you should run reverend,
No doe, you a John Legend
Both coasts tote toast, smoke locs who approach,
This the wrong session,
9-2 had the 190E Benzie,
Now its S550, I did a 360,
I had that rush, it all makes sense,
If y'all niggas still ain't convinced, then add that up,
Shit a nigga chilling, I be hanging out in hell,
With D' evils and hot heads, blaze em out with L's,
I'm getting M's,
Stopping me, that's an N-O,
I stay on my P's and Q's
Like I was selling indo, hustler.
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder
I'm getting money, it's a must, I remind ya,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder,
I'm getting money, plus I out shine ya,
I came a long way off these ghetto food stamps,
Now i ball like Horace, in his prime with all grants,
Keep a K on his arms, like I'm Kevin Durant,
Leave you hidden in the valley, buried on a ranch,
If you toss salads, you little fucking faggot
Getting money, more money, to all my worst habits,
You looking like a rabbit, staring at my carrots,
All that biting don't impress me, I'm a bit embarrassed,
Duct tape on my heat with no safety,
Burner black like Tyrese, and it's waist deep,
No relation to a rat still I chase cheese,
Getting money over bits, a stack of hundreds, eight feet,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a hustler, I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby,
I'm a grinder, you can see I'm all about my paper, baby