Oh Lord

[Intro: City Paper & Young Buck] Yeah... haha Whole club looking at you like "Oh my lord" Oh..oh my lord I'm getting money and I ball so hard, she like Oh my god, oh my god Oh my god I'm getting this bread, oh my god Oh my god I'm ducking feds, oh my god Oh my god, oh my god [Hook: Young Buck] I'm cocaine dreaming, no I don't sleep Bitch I'm booming and banging, try'na buy a Benz in a week Oh lord... All this dope I'm thinking "Oh lord" All these pounds I'm thinking "Oh lord" We be baging up ounces, it's fucked up in these streets I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week Oh lord... All these pills I'm thinking "Oh lord" All this lean I'm thinking "Oh lord" [Verse 1: Young Buck] In the kitchen cooking soft you know I make it go hard And it's "Fuck you" to the niggas out here that taking your job Shake it.. I'm trying to bring two bags so I'm patient Gotta use that for motivation, let your wrist whip in rotation Paper.. chasing.. Wish I could take a vacation The money good so I'm raising, I'm like fuck the time I'm facing Never seen so much dope in my life... Oh lord! If I do this right I could buy me a house with a big ol' yard Gotta move this white, I'm [?], Bitch I go [?] hard And my tint is so dark I'm pulling up with yo bra Y'all don't want no money ho, I'm cookin' up with Georgia And you ain't got no car, we look at you like "Oh my god.." [Hook: Young Buck] I'm cocaine dreaming, no I don't sleep Bitch I'm booming and banging, try'na buy a Benz in a week Oh lord... All this dope I'm thinking "Oh lord" All these pounds I'm thinking "Oh lord" We be baging up ounces, it's fucked up in these streets I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week Oh lord... All these pills I'm thinking "Oh lord" All this lean I'm thinking "Oh lord" [Verse 2: Tha City Paper] Oh lord.. Right now I'm boosie collage high Backpack with them pounds in it, who the fuck is that collage guy? Who the fuck is that City nigga everybody keep on talking about? Bitch I think that's me.. oh lord, gotta think I lied Young P Rose, I'mma wreck this game Bet it all on me, bet it gon' swang Bet I get rich, bet he don't shoot? .45 bitch, my set don't change Put it on Rick, I put it on my ass, dude I put Game Plus I'm proud of it... Oh lord [?] [?] that not me, but I got blame Homicide detectives on my twitter, gotta change my name Cash is claimed now I leave, my nigga done ten, now we free Getting cake now (Oh Lord) Fucking cerealie [Hook: Young Buck] I'm cocaine dreaming, no I don't sleep Bitch I'm booming and banging, try'na buy a Benz in a week Oh lord... All this dope I'm thinking "Oh lord" All these pounds I'm thinking "Oh lord" We be baging up ounces, it's fucked up in these streets I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week Oh lord... All these pills I'm thinking "Oh lord" All this lean I'm thinking "Oh lord"