Maury Mayne - SAVINGS Lyrics

Get to the paper, I'ma money saver
This is how I wake up, saving it for later
I'ma demonstrator, no I do not cater
Like to tip the waiter, I think you're a hater
Get to the paper, I'ma money saver
This is how I wake up, saving it for later
I'ma demonstrator, no I do not cater
Like to tip the waiter, I think you're a hater

Lot of them acting like they know me, yeah
Slip to the side then shoot like Kobe, yeah
Grab the cube then disappear like Loki
Get out my way, know that you heard what I said
I hit the right then fake, I push start then play
I got to contemplate, I never hesitate
I can show you what I like to do
Look at me in my fancy shoes
I know it look like I like to lose
Odogwu Maury de never lose

Paper, I'ma money saver
This is how I wake up, saving it for later
I'ma demonstrator, no I do not cater
Like to tip the waiter, I think you're a hater
Get to the paper, I'ma money saver
This is how I wake up, saving it for later
I'ma demonstrator, no I do not cater
Like to tip the waiter, I think you're a hater

Soon as she drop, down on the top, its a dance
I keep my drinks, all on the rocks, slow it down
She throw it back, she make it pop, all around
She in love with me
She liking the money sound
Pull up in a drop-top
Make her want to do hopscotch
Pull the whip right off the lot
Facebook de know I don't talk a lot
I smoke her out like a hot box
My last text was a dot dot
My last ex was a thot thot
Cause ain't no love when I get shot

Paper, I'ma money saver
This is how I wake up, saving it for later
I'ma demonstrator, no I do not cater
Like to tip the waiter, I think you're a hater
Get to the paper, I'ma money saver
This is how I wake up, saving it for later
I'ma demonstrator, no I do not cater
Like to tip the waiter, I think you're a hater

Ain't no loving me, ain't no love in cheat
Origami, you playing de hide and seek
Omo know I'll leave, now she no have relief
She sold her soul for cheap
And now she regretting her deeds
Ain't no loving me, ain't no love in cheat
Origami, you playing de hide and seek
Omo know I'll leave, now she no have relief
She sold her soul for cheap
And now she regretting her deeds