[Intro]
This that Eastside, Hawthorne, ride down El Segundo to PCH shit
Put your top down, sun beamin', for real, huh

[Chorus]
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy for everything
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy for everything (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1]
City back up (Ayy), got my racks up (Ayy, bro)
Baby-blue Bimmer, watch it back up
Got my jewels on, sure I'm strapped up
We don't know you, nigga, back up (Uh-huh)
Pockets full of chili like it's hot sauce (Uh-huh)
Niggas actin' silly just to pop off
Hop off my dick, there's some hoes in here
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, all the bros in here
You niggas bums, you never really figured it out
You the type to let a bitch wear a shoe in your house (Hah)
You the type to buy a chain before some furniture, couch
And you the type of nigga never had a fist hit your mouth (Bink-bink-bink, huh)
You ain't got no guap, no paper, ain't no ink
See, I'm that guy, give a fuck what you think (Nigga)
So please keep that weirdo shit from me
I'm just stackin' up my cheese, tryna stay sucker-free

[Chorus]
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy for everything
I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy for everything

[Post-Chorus]
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paper
I'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper

[Verse 2]
Throw all the bums to the back, bitch, I'm dumb to the max
I'm him, I'm that guy, run and tell that
All that street talk corny, y'all rats
Bro, you are a good man, what you know about that, nigga?
It's weird and that's on my mommy
Hoes tell, we don't need no lobby
Get 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, nigga?

[Chorus]
I'm that guy (Niggas weird, bro), tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy for everything
I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy for everything

[Post-Chorus]
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paper
I'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (What y'all niggas on, bro?)
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paper
I'm stackin' my ones on a weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (Woo)

[Outro]
Mind your business, mind your figures, nigga
Get your paper up and turn the goofy down, for real, bro, hmm (Don't tap the glass)