My Avenue

Lyrics

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Lil' Phat] Hey, you can catch me on my avenue, I'll show you what this money do Hey, you can catch me on my avenue (All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say) Hey, you can catch me on my avenue (I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin') Hey, you can catch me on my avenue (All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say) Hey, you can catch me on my avenue (Boosie Badazz!) (I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin') [Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] Catch me on my avenue doing my thang Everybody love me, people screamin' my name I got the old folks bumpin' Boosie Sorry but I got the Juvenile slangin', shootin', but it's the streets Five shows a week, hey! I'm getting paid (bling bling) Choppin' on blades with my Boosie fade I'm a hood role model, ain't nothing you can tell me Street game, ain't nothing you could sell me Just watch me, million dolla nigga, you could call me Ted Debiasi! Been 'bout my paper, let's keep it real I've been had the streets for the last five years I wake up to get my cake up, red bone in the back I'm gettin' ate up Twenty five every show, I got my weight up Ask somebody on my avenue (Shit, that Boosie Boo a paper chaser!) [Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Lil' Phat] Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin' I'm out here grindin', I'm out here grindin' [Verse 2: Lil' Trill] You catch me on my avenue chillin' in my Bugatti I really do my thang boy you better go ask somebody My daddy told me get 'em, so I'm goin' all the way I got a bentley at fourteen, so I'm stupid out the gate If you're just in that camaro yeah, boy you're super late If you ain't talking no money you can get up out my face One hundred thousand on my wrist that was just 'cause of the bezel They talk about the chain 'cause the youngin' rock several Money, money, money that's all I really need it I knew how to count the money before I knew how to read it I'm the youngest, I'm the g'est, I really be doin' my thang When I hop up out the plane let girls screaming my name I guess 'cause of the money or probably 'cause of the fame Or the way I cuts up, when I went I my do thang I'm all about my paper you can call me a paper chaser I'm getting money, I ain't worried 'bout you haters [Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Lil' Phat] Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do (All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say) Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do (I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin')