I ain't cookin' love, I always on the low I ain't cookin' love, I always on the low They wanna know if I'm in the street Or if I still feel the way by the enemies If I win and die today, who'll remember me? Just keep it real with me, I don't need no sympathy I hate this industry, missin' sleep, been some weeks Countin' money, yeah, why they countin' sheets? Used to picture me rollin' vividly Know everything I dream is everything you see Ridin' with the blitz, thirty shots at least Keep it in my reach, right up on the seat I try to teach, but then these n****s think you tryna preach And I ain't got no time for nobody, y'all keep tryin' me Ridin' round the city, say, what's up Don't be playing with my money Don't be playing with the hood Paper cuts, paper cuts Out here tryna run it up If it ain't bout bread I don't give a f**k See me round the city Say, what's up Don't be playing with my money Don't be playing with the hood Paper cuts, paper cuts Out here tryna run it up If it ain't bout bread I don't give a f**k, no We don't wanna hear that bulls**t, Sharife Ain't no love, ain't no peace When you broke in these streets And they never love you back But you don't know until you leave Always looking for a bag Never had the time to grieve Hit my line but make it brief If you ain't talking dollars Wall calls from my dogs Hope they free my partners Still thinking every day About the one that got away, ayy You know I'm crazy bout you, right I want no wife, don't want no baby mama Nah, these crazy b*****s Try to tap your pockets, yeah Now I ain't trippin' I'm just being honest, yeah I love my direct deposit, yeah Ride around the city Say, what's up Don't be playing with my money Don't be playing with the hood Paper cuts, paper cuts Out here tryna run it up If it ain't bout bread I don't give a f**k, ayy See me round the city Say, what's up Don't be playing with my money Don't be playing with the hood Paper cuts, paper cuts Out here tryna run it up If it ain't bout bread I don't give a f**k, no Say, what's up Don't be playing with my money Don't be playing with the hood Paper cuts, paper cuts Out here tryna run it up If it ain't bout bread