Nachdi-G Khan x Garry Sandhu

Udd Ja Hawa Ch Raniye

Eyes the Weapon

(Intro)
They told me I couldn't, they told me I wouldn't. Now they watching me count these motherfucking millions. This ain't no lottery ticket, this is blood, sweat, and pure fucking hustle. You want it? Go get it. Me? I just make paper!

(Verse 1)
Yeah, I'm a money magnet, bitch, you already know the drill
My bank account a monster, always hungry for the kill
See me stackin' presidents, fresh out the fuckin' press
While you chasin' pennies, I'm drownin' in excess
Talk is cheap, my pockets deep, they call me Midas with the touch
Every move I make, another million, it ain't much
So bow down to the hustle, the paper chase is real
I ain't just makin' ends meet, I'm signin' major deals.

(Chorus)
I make paper, bitch, you know the fuckin' deal
My pockets stayin' fat, the money's lookin' real
Every single day, I'm stackin' up the green
Yeah, I make paper, livin' out a rich man's dream!

(Verse 2)
Talk about your hustle, bitch, you ain't seen nothin' yet
My money longer than your patience, ain't no room for regret
They talkin' down on bosses, but they livin' check to check
I'm buyin' up the whole damn block, breakin' every neck
Used to be the underdog, now I'm callin' all the shots
Watch the money multiply, connectin' all the dots
So keep your petty comments, I'm just focused on the growth
Yeah, I make paper, watch me take the fuckin' oath.

(Chorus)
I make paper, bitch, you know the fuckin' deal
My pockets stayin' fat, the money's lookin' real
Every single day, I'm stackin' up the green
Yeah, I make paper, livin' out a rich man's dream!

(Verse 3)
Remember ramen nights, and dreams that felt so far?
Now I'm stackin' paper, reachin' for the nearest star
Every dollar earned, a testament to the struggle
Turnin' doubt to dollars, watchin' my wealth bubble
They ask me how I do it, the secret's plain to see:
relentless ambition, fueled by poverty
So when you hear my name, know it's synonymous with wealth
Yeah, I make paper, buildin' a legacy for myself.

(Chorus)
I make paper, bitch, you know the fuckin' deal
My pockets stayin' fat, the money's lookin' real
Every single day, I'm stackin' up the green
Yeah, I make paper, livin' out a rich man's dream!

(Verse 4)
My money talks in volumes, you can hear it on the streets,
A symphony of millions, playin' on repeat.
From boardroom battles won, to late nights on the grind,
Every dollar earned, a masterpiece enshrined.
I'm a titan in the market, a beast you can't control,
Watchin' zeroes multiply, as I reach every goal.
So tell your broke ass friends, the king is on his throne,
Yeah, I make paper, leave a mountain of my own.

(Outro)
From the bottom to the top, yeah, I scratched and I clawed,
Now the cash flowin' endless, every penny truly awed.
This ain't no fairy tale, no luck, no silver spoon,
Just pure hustle, pure grind, makin' paper 'til the moon.
Believe that!

(Chorus)
I make paper, bitch, you know the fuckin' deal
My pockets stayin' fat, the money's lookin' real
Every single day, I'm stackin' up the green
Yeah, I make paper, livin' out a rich man's dream!

Nachdi-G Khan x Garry Sandhu

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