Paper Mache

Chorus (BadNana)
I need my paper, can't do a bitch no favors, can't even talk to me/too busy counting this money, trying to run back now I'm cool off that, yeah (x2)

Verse 1 (Lesso)
Gucci on my collar bone I'm dripping in designer/ I got loud inside my blunt and bitch I’m smoking it with Nana/ I got rich people problems I be dreaming about this Prada/ we been talking on collect free my brother Jah who locked up/ I be saucy when I speak I keep it spicy like some salsa/ I want me a bad bitch pussy juicier then Jamba/ I just smoked a fat wood it helped me channel all my chakra/ way I came up out the jungle to a king like im Mufasa/ I got dope flows, it could be addictive like you sniffing on that stone cold/ drippy is my middle name I should have worked at cold stone/ wrist is super Icey it reminds me of a snow cone/ reaching for my jewels then you just asking for a broke nose/ aye, and I got all of my priorities straight/ all you do is cap a lot so all of your priorities fake/ you ain’t even ready when that gun shoot and we start the race/ I be scamming Uber’s I ain’t worried about no parking place

Chorus (BadNana)

Verse 2 (BadNana)
Miss Independent yeah thats me/ don't want a baby or shortie/ because I'm self made, yeah/ all I think about is getting paid/ I'm a strong minded person don't got time to waste because I like being alone/ with my wine glass, and my red lace robe/ smelling like your boyfriend wearing his cologne/ can't shit talk when I fed you/ taught you how to walk, how to walk/ pick your head up/ now I'm fed up/ now you telling everybody that you better

Chorus (BadNana)