Paper Plates

[Verse 1: Rob G] Bitch, I'm back and I'm strapped (yeah) Bitch, I'm here with no fifh (ugh) Coming home to my thrown I pop that bottle, light up that bone I got 5 grand in my pants Hundred placed in that safe Can't count what's in my accounts Talking little money, then bounce (watch me) Pop the tag on my swag (watch me) Rock the ave in my slab (watch me) Plot and smash for my cash (watch me) Cock and blast if they're mad Trying to hate on the fact I'm back Stack my stacks as I rap my rap Black on black, let me snatch that Lac Snatch your chick if she don't come back! Cause my swag is nice, fuck the lavish life Bag of ice when I grab the mic Snatch the price on the slab is white Your cash right and that tag is nice Thou, wow, child of that ace I get mine that's why they hate On the grind a while for that pile of pace I smile from miles, riding to that bank Rolling blow, hoes and vogues Row and rows stand back and watch Dopest show from around the globe Bank roll is swole Bass about to pop Damn I'm hot! Caliente, fuego, miro el espejo Lo que veo, Ray Latino, como Al Pacino Godfather, el padrino! Chorus: I'm fly, I'm fly, my swag is all the way live I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh to death and I'm blessed I'm clean, I'm clean, them girls be all on my team They say I stunt, I stunt, you see them paper plates on my trunk Fresh, fly, so cool, rolling in my old school Paper tags, paper bags, stunting like I'm supposed to Fresh, fly, so cool, rolling in my old school Paper tags, paper bags, stunting like I'm supposed to [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hold up! What's that your fiancee? Been had that girl bib, man She told me she loved me, told her igualmente Flattery get you no dough, that won't get your rent paid But if you want to come kick it with me, I guess I'll be your sensei (damn) Can't manage them, about 20 dimes what I'm averaging White, Jamaican and Spanish and I got candy on the door paneling They like (hold up) it's Cham again Take your girls and then damage them Grab my jimmy in my hand and then Tell them hold it still like a mannequin I done sold a few Me and Rob G, that's overdue Everybody up, trying to call me up Because every line from me is like a quotable I'm unapproachable, I gotta show to do Ain't met a girl that's uncoachable They show you one, I'm going to show you two I stay stunting on them in multiples Because... [Hook] [Verse 3: Rob G] Paper plates on my trunk Chrome glisten on that front Pistol grip on that punk If you're feeling froggy then jump Because I'm no front Who guess is trill Squad is fake, resurrect the real All the same, when I check some bills I find a Spain backdoor Brazil Still the man, I fill the stage Turning heads as I'm passing by Natural swag, don't have to try They're like 'oh man, that Latin fly!' Cabin high, because I smoke a lot Pour the drank in that soda pop Lava hot with that flow I got Stand in guap each show I rock Better grip, you ain't as fresh as this Stack is high, you can't match the fly Pile of green you won't see my clean Hoes so crunk you can't see my team Pass your chick for show, she on dick everywhere I go You ain't heard, let me just go Describe myself for those who want more [Hook]