Paper Diet - Trey Jones, Thee Ajay, Trippy Hippy

Name’s Martian — PAPER DIET ft Trey Jones, Trippy Hippy & Thee Ajay

VERSE 1 —

She say she love rappers '

She be fucking wit my lyrics.

If I ever told you I love you Girl I love money more

I ain’t tripping.

You can call me on my landline on a cell I have been Tripping.

Girl I gotta grind cuz if I don’t

I know you’ll be tripping

Getting money first

That’s a nigga rule.

Tryna work on my grind

Get that money all for you

I do not like promising girl buh it’s a fucking true

VERSE 2 —

They didn’t put me on so i had to Cope a booth

Had to spit my truth, inspire the youth

This one is my day job, Trey jones pulled up in a suite

I got dreams of bentley bentayga, Bentley coupe

Hanging with these ricc niggas really switched my mood

Wake up early morning just to get the f*** loot

Money thats my shawty that’s my baby

Wake up early morning just to hustle ain’t no stopping me

Need that food on table, need that colord greens that brocolli

Cope papa some property

VERSE 3

I be on my grind but I need that time to be alone ey!

I ain’t got no curfew.

On my own I ain’t going home ey!

They know am a king

Am walking around

Don’t need no throne …

All these niggas hating they gone miss me when am gone …

Man I gotta work!, they say I was bad but am getting worse.

Talking bout my lifestyle I had to put that in a verse ey!

Nigga Busy hating his chick pulled up on my birthday

They don’t like my moves when am walking round that it’s an earth !!

VERSE 4

Bad bee she sent from heaven

Vacay in Copenhagen to Handle my business moves

Chocolate popcorn on my drip, that's how i keep my cool.

On the television, the radio get inspired dude

Martian looky we love you

All i think about is foreign money, foreign cars and foreign shows

In Lusaka city, standing ove’s at my shows

Damn i love my city put em on like they my clothes

One time for the peace and the success mayne lets f*** toast

VERSE 5

Taeshawn Taeshawn

Look at your Dad

Look at the way he’s making them Mad

Glad he’s back With the Lad

All of my X’s are Sad

Tentacion

Iyeee!!!

All of her niggas Are Lame or they broke

I gatta go

I gatta go

Am on a mission to shoot for the stars

Shots shots All about bars

Screw Screw look at the cars

These are the we talking about

Vroom Vroom langana Ta

These are the niggas who taking it far

Roll up a blunt rocket to mars

So Stonned rocket to to mars

Look at Dat look at dat look at dat Go!!!

VERSE 6

YUNG gOD

I been the gOD of the wave

Since back in the day

Salty ass niggas they hate

Me, I’m just tryna get paid

Link up with Martian today

We going Up up and away

Up to stars to Invade

We blowing up, no Delay

All this clout chasing and cappin, I cannot relate

If The gOD said it I did it;

and I tell it straight

Im so buzzed that I don’t want your girl up in my face

I be on a muddy diet don’t need tanquery

Just like Jesus Christ I always tel the truth

I feel gODLY and so perfect when I’m in the booth

Issa new wave nigga, big up to my youth

Never been a thirsty nigga cause I got the juice!

VERSE 7

Niqqaz say got it on lock dis me breaking in

If you sleeping on me dawg this is your awakening

If you talking shit hommie this your day of reckoning

And if we talking money you can check how much raking in

Last call for flight to the top who else checking in

Claiming you top dawg but all I see is chickenin'

Niqqaz claiming they Kings but I don’t see no thrones though

This is a gun fight why you bringing stones bro

If you think am taking shots best believe I didn’t miss

Ey yo Martian hold my cup while I take a piss

Foreign cars foreign girls am feeling like a tourist

I be in my country but am feeling like a tourist