Lyrics

[Hook] I'm Hustlin', I'm getting paper Ugh, fuck the haters I ran up me and Chun, you know we smoking hella flavours My haters, you know I got a choppa for my haters I'm getting so much money, J $tash counting hella paper The paper, the paper, I'm getting the paper The paper, the paper, I'm counting the paper The paper, the paper, I don't like no haters The paper, the paper, I'm just getting paper [Verse 1] Starting getting paper, friends turn to haters I got a loft in London, California, in Jamaica I'm major, with no majors Sharp like a razor If ya' ain't talking money then we gon' need a translator My paper, yeah my paper, don't touch my paper My niggas they'd shoot you, send yo' ass up to your maker Okay bruh, that little .45 ain't gonna fade us We chopping up the choppa at your house and at the neighbours [?] flavours, smoking flavours, just like the Taylor Getting so much money J $tash he don't need no favours You haters please don't hate us, cause we get paper The paper, yeah that paper I got the paper [Hook] I'm Hustlin', I'm getting paper Ugh, fuck the haters I ran up me and Chun, you know we smoking hella flavours My haters, you know I got a choppa for my haters I'm getting so much money, J $tash counting hella paper The paper, the paper, I'm getting the paper The paper, the paper, I'm counting the paper The paper, the paper, I don't like no haters The paper, the paper, I'm just getting paper