Paper

CHORUS
Running through this money on my last breath
Running towards hunnits for that last check
Fronting on my past or that single debt
Yea I dress in all designer all them hoes so wet

Paper
Paper
Paper
Count that fucking paper
You don’t want no smoke
You don’t want that labor
Fuck them other rappers who just work for labels
Me I’m counting paper paper count that fucking paper

Count that fucking paper x 4

VERSE 1
I be getting to the money tho
Wrist shining got a hunnit tho
Boy strapped with a runny nose
Pacing hollows with his bloody folks
Watch it fall like some dominoes
Chain heavy got my diamonds froze
Yea them thotties got a lot of those
Yea them shooters got a lot of those
Yea them Benjis got a lot of those
Bitch I’m wavy catching all the flows
I’m getting cash that’s a minimal
They throw in jabs subliminals
They cannot cope with the principle
Bitch u ain’t woke
Gucci my cult
Fuck on your bitch that’s a ritual
You pray she comes back that’s a miracle
Yea I came thru with deposits
See it I want it I cop it
Snort 14 lines like a sonnet
High of my verse like a comet
I’m selling my words you selling your worth now who is it making the profit
The snakes that I curved I came out the dirt
I’m dripping in sauce like a droplet
I hit the pussy it’s hissing it’s scratching it’s shiny like polish I fuck with a passion my pockets are greener than collards I’m so full (soul food) she asked for desert
I gave her a mouth full
Climbing I’m climbing these trees yea
Got flowers and snakes on my jeans
Yea
She wants all the smoke
She wants all the dope
She fucked the whole squad now the bitch gotta leave

CHORUS
Running through this money on my last breath
Running towards hunnits for that last check
Fronting on my past or that single debt
Yea I dress in all designer all them hoes so wet

Paper
Paper
Paper
Count that fucking paper
You don’t want no smoke
You don’t want that labor
Fuck them other rappers who just work for labels
Me I’m counting paper paper count that fucking paper

VERSE 2
I been on the edge lately
Think my girl and this money has changed me
Who the fuck you calling baby
She talking back with a tone
Now she like daddy spank me
I swear all these bitches move shady
They only fuck with yo style when u gonna ball like KD
It is what it is
I’m too saucy for this shit
I’m too icy for this bitch
Curve her up like she a six
Like I’m skating in the ritz
Took my shot and then it hit
These jokers expect me to shuffle the cards
You just took a part of a part
You got no odds in taking some part
Of taking some me or my lines up apart
You better off taking like some of my bars
I take yo gurl take off her bra
You’d be surprised
I got the magic like wizard of ozz
You look like a lion who’s scared of a loss
Now come take a look
Somebody else is equipped with the sauce

CHORUS
Running through this money on my last breath
Running towards hunnits for that last check
Fronting on my past or that single debt
Yea I dress in all designer all them hoes so wet

Paper
Paper
Paper
Count that fucking paper
You don’t want no smoke
You don’t want that labor
Fuck them other rappers who just work for labels
Me I’m counting paper paper count that fucking paper