Superbowl

Lyrics

[Chorus] Look at the fruit of my labor What i'm gon do with my paper I don't gotta prove you a hater Niggas got a spoon in my flavors Money a bitch I might chase her Smokin on Celtic and Lakers I Don't gotta prove you a hater Niggas got spoons in my flavor Thinkin bout buyin a scraper What im gonna do with my paper Blowing on shoe with my fragrance Blow it on two of my favorite Look at the fruit of my labor What im gonna do with my paper I'm in a coupe or a scraper Nigga got a spoon in my flavor [Verse 1] Chuuwee All you wanted was a piece of clout I'm overseas I guess we even now Niggas wanna build like we makin town I appreciate it thanks for reachin out Dollar sign if im speaking out Nah I play with thousands and I'm freakin out I had to start up a bank account Ain't no telling where we take it now I paid with cash for my first car Then I had to leave that bitch broken down Ain't nobody was postin me on the blog fast forward to Spotify tokin now Ropin dope when im smokin loud Windows up when im smokin out The side bitches ain't the one for me they gon hold you up and never hold you down Damn [Chorus] Look at the fruit of my labor What i'm gonna do with my paper I don't gotta prove you a hater Niggas got a spoon in my flavors Money a bitch I might chase her Smokin on Celtic and Lakers I Don't gotta prove you a hater Niggas got spoons in my flavors Thinkin bout buyin a scraper What im gonna do with my paper Blowing on shoe with my fragrance Blow it on two of my favorite Look at the fruit of my labor What im gonna do with my paper I'm in a coupe or a scraper Nigga got a spoon in my flavor [Verse 2] Trizz If you ain't gon do it dont say it Its gon happen soon as I okay it Turn up my shit if they play it We in this bitch and they know we ain't playin Its banging as soon as I lace it I'm faded as soon as I face it I'm drinking and i ain't gon chase it Swervin I ain't gon make it Stashin and savin my paper Cash it and pray for my haters Nigga I paid for my scraper black on black with the grey like the Raiders They say I dont know when to stop We gon pull up in a drop We on our way to the top And we dont give a fuck if we make it or not [Chorus] Look at the fruit of my labor What i'm gonna do with my paper I don't gotta prove you a hater Niggas got a spoon in my flavors Money a bitch I might chase her Smokin on Celtic and Lakers I Don't gotta prove you a hater Niggas got spoons in my flavors Thinkin bout buyin a scraper What im gonna do with my paper Blowing on shoe with my fragrance Blow it on two of my favorite Look at the fruit of my labor What im gonna do with my paper I'm in a coupe or a scraper Nigga got a spoon in my flavor