[Lyric] P.C.C. (Shy Yella)

Paper, Cash, Checks
Paper, Cash, Checks
Paper, Cash, Checks
Paper, Cash, Checks
Paper, Cash, Checks

On your necks, that's a flex

Now I know this motherfucka tryna act like it’s a game
Wastin all my damn time like a motherfuckin lame
I can’t fuck no man, cause I don’t know who he claim
Bitch I’m real Seattle, got my ice from the rain

Most these weak ass playas can’t step with me
How tf you out here trynna flex on me?
If I paid half the check, you ain’t fuckin for free
Cause I ain’t work my whole life, to not spend it on me

The other day he tried to say that I was asking too much
Well lil dick bitch, I ain’t askin enough
Need me a real man throwin money no ones
Cause my money last longer, than a fuckin quick nut
Stackin Paper, Stackin Checks
It ain’t never enough
I want necks
Stackin Paper, Stackin Checks
It ain’t never enough
I want necks

Yes, I know I work hard bitch, that ain’t new
All these other motherfuckas better get a clue
I make my own money, I pay my own bills
If I’m looking for a man, I ain’t doin it for thrills
Riding round the block, you know i started from that hoopty
Had to step my money up cause daddy couldn’t scoop me
Face full of Fenty
Oh yes I stay bougie
Can't be with no man
If he tryna outdo me

Don’t be mad at me
Fuck that man if he can’t make you happy

I see you throwin back, baby where that ass at
All I see is stacks stacks on my next rack

Stackin Paper, Stackin Checks
It ain’t never enough
I want necks
Stackin Paper, Stackin Checks
It ain’t never enough
I want necks
Fuck I look like catching feels
I got my own hunnid dolla bills
Cause I make moneyyy, I make mills
So fuck who telling me to chill
Came a long way, and I’m coming for the top
Raised by a single mama, so you know I can’t stop
If he talking dollars, then he know I’m talking WAP
He talk a good game, imma give him what I got

Stackin Paper, Stackin Checks
It ain’t never enough
I want necks
Stackin Paper, Stackin Checks
It ain’t never enough
I want necks