Blxst, 2 Chainz - Paper Route

Why she keep on textin' me, say, "Put the time in"?
With all this paper, I ain't stoppin' out the side wing
You know you stuck inside that ground where you decline friends
Yeah, it's too late for you to sign in
You know how many in my circle win if I win?
Bet they wish that they woulda never let my guys in
You know you stuck inside that ground where you decline friends
It's too late for you to sign in

Yeah, well connected
You can't do too much about it, but respect it
I keep runnin' to this money, that my fetish
They keep comin' times I wonder whеre my head went, yеah
Okay, the six tape summers, they ran up numbers (Yeah)
Was like the money easy like okay, see Gunna (Yeah)
Love songs really got bitches singin', "I love you"
My trust gone, I ain't even pickin' up for my cousin
Okay, my baby [Sportrock?], she plant above my seat (Yeah)
My juvenile, hot boy, five hundred degrees (Yeah)
And what's new? Countin' me out and made 'em believe
And guess who [flood the?] name out and now can't breathe
Yeah, we're all connected
Give a fuck 'bout what the broke niggas suggestin'
Compound interest, got my interest in investments
Road to riches, bitch, I still ain't hit my exit yet