Papoose Its Over (Produced By P.O.J.) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Two hundred thousand, no
Four hundred thousand, no
A half a mil, no
A million dollars, nahhh
I got the biggest deal in a long time
To sign me they had to give me 1.5
Now what we driving? Trucks
What we gettin'? Cake
We laughin' all the way to the bank

[Verse 1]
When I go to SHBC I be laughin'
I take some cash out, cause I gotta cash in
When I go to City Bank I be laughing at ya'll
It's funny when you gettin' money, hahaha
When I go to Chase Bank I be crackin' up
Yo bring the Brinks truck in, back it up
When I go to Signature Bank I be rollin'
Man look at all of this money I'm holdin'
When I go to Bank of America I be gigglin'
It's all about the Jackson's, Grand's, Benjamin's
When I go to Northfolk Bank I be bustin' a rib
They say Pap it ain't funny, yes it is
When I go to Capital I just smile and smurk
I go to Citizen, oh man my stomach hurt
You ain't got no sense of humor cause you got no cake
The jokes on you I'm laughin' all the way to the bank

[Verse 2]
You got robbed for your shines
Someone must of set you up you got lined
It's (over)
You keep calling your girl
She sent you the voicemail she don't want you no more
She said it's (over)
You took the case to trial
The judge gave you the whole thing look at you now
It's (over)
You had a good career
But now you washed up, get the f___ outta here
It's (over)
You know you can't cook man
Put it in the pot, now you lost every gram
It's (over)
Your man took a couple slugs
He ain't have no insurence so they had to pull the plug
It's (over)
I got chased by the jake
I couldn't open up this gate so I had to jump (over)
You paid a whole lot of cake
Your jeweler jerked you all that jewelery fake

[Verse 3]
Wheelchairs, caskets, coma's to all you b______s
Cry babies they tear easy just like plastic
Run up on me with a mask, that'll be your last b____
Razor to your face, I'll cut you 'til you mask rip
Quick fast I click blast, you get your a__ whipped
n____'s know I grew up with flip like gymnastics
Doing something drastic
Stretch em' like elastic
Dust to dust, f___ with us, ash to ashes
Put the beats on this n____ cause he a f__got
Nice wit' the beats like Swiss, Premo, and Havoc
Your man sleepin' on my clique I know he gassed it
Kill him in his sleep the bullets go through the mattress
He gon' be the reason all of ya'll get blasted
Only take one car to f___ up all the traffic
Got the Rosco on the inside of my Fabric
The Rosco beats gon' train, no Dukes of Hazard
You look like Oscar the Grouch when you be rappin'
Your label got a Oscar, they must be a actress
Leave you the Desert Eagle it's so rapid
n____'s know I stay with the dessy just like cactus
Up in Trumph Palace, eatin a hot sandwich
Got shrimp and catfish, Don-P, and scalad's
Cucumbers and carrots mixed up in my salad
You in the hood swining and diningcause you a savage
You n____'s is followers, we make street classics
You want to play follow the leader? Fantastic
You look at me and Slay, you see we got it mastered
We two leaders(liters) like a gingerale full of acid

Yeah this is Mac 11 hell
AK-47 Heaven
Welcome to the dimensions of street knowledge
N.O.T Banga'
Thuga-Thuga-Thuga-Cation
Over