Mo Paper

Yo, know what I'm sayin'
 Can't never switch, huh
 Ooh, heh, heh, huh
 ♪
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 Where my stash box?
 Bring the red sack
 What's your bank box
 I blew that cash out
 Y'all, eh, wrap my money up
 Now I got mo' haters (I got mo' papers)
 Bitches wanna fuck 'cos I got mo' papers
 Now I free race
 I want more face
 My bitch bake the cake
 I might slide the race
 I'm in sleaks (sleaks)
 Check the seats
 Chanel when she blink
 She wants that 'Rari pink (skeet, skeet)
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 I need a bag fast, fast, fast, fast
 Pull the Lambo niggas mad, mad, mad, mad
 Saint Laurent whole bottle splash, splash, splash
 You might slip on a drip
 You might need a cast
 I paid my six for red
 A lot of my homies dead
 Some of my homies blue
 A lot of my homies red
 On bloods I need a head
 I'm tryin' to feel it in my legs
 I'm trying to spend a little bread
 Freak it up best sex, yeah
 All my bitches drive Benz
 I'll put you in a Benz
 All my hoes conniving
 They finesse them ends
 Rich niggas slide in
 Oh yeah, yeah she did
 Before you fuck me give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 
 Yo, know what I'm sayin'
 Can't never switch, huh
 Ooh, heh, heh, huh
 ♪
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 Where my stash box?
 Bring the red sack
 What's your bank box
 I blew that cash out
 Y'all, eh, wrap my money up
 Now I got mo' haters (I got mo' papers)
 Bitches wanna fuck 'cos I got mo' papers
 Now I free race
 I want more face
 My bitch bake the cake
 I might slide the race
 I'm in sleaks (sleaks)
 Check the seats
 Chanel when she blink
 She wants that 'Rari pink (skeet, skeet)
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 I need a bag fast, fast, fast, fast
 Pull the Lambo niggas mad, mad, mad, mad
 Saint Laurent whole bottle splash, splash, splash
 You might slip on a drip
 You might need a cast
 I paid my six for red
 A lot of my homies dead
 Some of my homies blue
 A lot of my homies red
 On bloods I need a head
 I'm tryin' to feel it in my legs
 I'm trying to spend a little bread
 Freak it up best sex, yeah
 All my bitches drive Benz
 I'll put you in a Benz
 All my hoes conniving
 They finesse them ends
 Rich niggas slide in
 Oh yeah, yeah she did
 Before you fuck me give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 
 Yo, know what I'm sayin'
 Can't never switch, huh
 Ooh, heh, heh, huh
 ♪
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 Where my stash box?
 Bring the red sack
 What's your bank box
 I blew that cash out
 Y'all, eh, wrap my money up
 Now I got mo' haters (I got mo' papers)
 Bitches wanna fuck 'cos I got mo' papers
 Now I free race
 I want more face
 My bitch bake the cake
 I might slide the race
 I'm in sleaks (sleaks)
 Check the seats
 Chanel when she blink
 She wants that 'Rari pink (skeet, skeet)
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters
 I need a bag fast, fast, fast, fast
 Pull the Lambo niggas mad, mad, mad, mad
 Saint Laurent whole bottle splash, splash, splash
 You might slip on a drip
 You might need a cast
 I paid my six for red
 A lot of my homies dead
 Some of my homies blue
 A lot of my homies red
 On bloods I need a head
 I'm tryin' to feel it in my legs
 I'm trying to spend a little bread
 Freak it up best sex, yeah
 All my bitches drive Benz
 I'll put you in a Benz
 All my hoes conniving
 They finesse them ends
 Rich niggas slide in
 Oh yeah, yeah she did
 Before you fuck me give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
 You ain't a boss you can't touch her
 I might just paint the Bentley mustard
 I got rich that's on my mother;
 Say she love you still can't trust her
 Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
 But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
 Why your boyfriend a lame?
 I got mo' paper
 Bring the money out now I got mo' haters