This that Eastside Hawthorne
Ride down El Segundo to
PCH sh*t
Put your top down
Sun beamin'
For real
Hmm
I'm that guy
Tryna get my paper baby
I'm that guy forever
I'm that guy
Tryna get my paper baby
I'm that guy forever
City back up
Got my racks up
Baby blue Bimmer
Watch it back up
Got my jewels on
So I'm strapped up
We don't know you
N**ga back up
Pockets full of chili
like it's hot sauce
N**gas actin' silly
just to pop off
Hop off my d*ck
There's some h*es in here
Odd Future Wolf Gang
All the bros in here
You n**gas bums
You never really figured it out
You the type to let a b**ch
wear her shoes in your house
You the type to buy a chain
before some furniture couch
And you the type of n**ga
never had a fist hit your mouth
You ain't got no guap no paper
Ain't no ink
See I'm that guy
Give a f**k what you think
So please keep that weirdo
sh*t from me
I'm just stackin' up my cheese
Tryna stay sucker-free
I'm that guy
Tryna get my paper baby
I'm that guy forever
I'm that guy
Tryna get my paper baby
I'm that guy forever
I'm stackin' my ones
on a Tuesday
I'm gettin' that paper
I'm spendin' my ones
on the weekend
I'm gettin' that paper
Bro all the bums to the back
B**ch I'm dumb to the max
I'm him I'm that guy
Run and tell that
All that street talk
corny 'bout rats
Bro you are a good man
What you know about that
N**gas weird
And that's on my mommy
H*es tell
They don't need no lobby
Went the extras
Ain't need no hobby
Drop the top
I'm never sloppy
Keep a thumper
Brodie
Can you please hop
off my bumper n**ga
I'm that guy
Tryna get my paper baby
I'm that guy forever
I'm that guy
Tryna get my paper baby
I'm that guy forever
I'm stackin' my ones
on a Tuesday
I'm gettin' that paper
I'm spendin' my ones
on the weekend
I'm gettin' that paper
I'm stackin' my ones
on a Tuesday
I'm gettin' that paper
I'm spendin' my ones
on the weekend
I'm gettin' that paper
Mind your business
Mind your figures n**ga
Get your paper up and
turn the goofy down
For real bro
Hmm