[Intro: Peezy]
(Damjonboi)
Hahaha
Ghetto Boyz, n***a
Oh, y'all n***as still 'sleep, huh?
Alright

[Verse 1: Peezy]
That's you that be gettin' it in, huh?
That's you that started out small, worked your way up to a big, huh?
That's you that see the world through your Carti' lens, huh?
That's you that can't leave out the house with less than ten, huh?
That's you that's out here fuckin' every ho you see, huh?
That's you that's out here stuffin' every ho with beans now
That's you that's out here only worried 'bout your check, huh?
That's you that ain't gon' tolerate no disrespect, huh?
That's you that hit the club and buy up all the booths, huh?
That's you that hit the parkin' lot and let the roof down
That's you that's out here smokin' cookie by the Zone, huh?
That's you that ain't gon' tell the police what you know, huh?
That's you that popped them n***as up from down the street, huh?
That's you that ain't gon' let 'em stop the way you eat, huh?
You don't really wanna fuck with them n***as, huh?
You grew up with them n***as, huh? You stuck with them n***as, huh?

[Chorus: Peezy]
You be gettin' paper
You got a line out of town, you gettin' it in
You chargin' forty-five a line, they know what it is
You made nothin' out of somethin', you handle your shit
And you ain't worried 'bout nothin', you be gettin' paper
You got a line out of town, you gettin' it in
You chargin' forty-five a line, they know what it is
You made nothin' out of somethin', you handle your shit
And you ain't worried 'bout nothin'
[Verse 2]
You just made it back, huh?
You ready to blow some stacks, huh? You ready to shoot some craps, huh?
You always at the set, huh?
You threw that ice in your yaes how you copped the new J's, huh?
You give a fuck about a cop, huh?
All you know is that block, huh? That bag and that chop, huh?
You hit the club with the hoes, huh?
Let your bitch throw the pros up, I'm Chris, not Rose, huh?
You live by the code, huh?
Don't run your mouth to no ho, huh, dyin' for what you know, huh?
You know them n***as tellin', huh?
Your brother, he a felon, huh? Split a n***a melon, huh?
You always doin' good, huh?
When you drop that sack off only time you in the hood, huh?
You don't really wanna hurt you a n***a, huh?
You got love for them n***as, huh? You'd bust you a n***a, huh?

[Chorus: Peezy]
You be gettin' paper
You got a line out of town, you gettin' it in
You chargin' forty-five a line, they know what it is
You made nothin' out of somethin', you handle your shit
And you ain't worried 'bout nothin', you be gettin' paper
You got a line out of town, you gettin' it in
You chargin' forty-five a line, they know what it is
You made nothin' out of somethin', you handle your shit
And you ain't worried 'bout nothin'