Paper
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me, ya, ya, ya
Ey, I want the paper, paper, paper
Yeah, barbies look like fallen angels
Yeah, wanna see them from all angles
Bust down on them hundreds Ben Franklins
Four, five shots on me
Give her more than four, five shots on me
She like, what you tryna do? so I show her my keys
I say, baby you will choose one night of your dreams
Yeah, Santa Monica, bitches like them draw
Holly, molly, polly in the backseat of my car
Baby see that bling-bling and she want a ring-ring
Don't you trust a bitch that knows your money for your king king
Ya, ya, ya, all for the moolah, ya
Drive by with them shooters, ya
I don't wanna fucking lose ya, ya
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya
Get me all this money for the flex, ya, ya
Bust down on the hundred, baby drop the top
600 PS and screaming fuck the cops, yeah
Bad bitch fucked up but we know you like to suck
Money, moolah, love you, know I'm on my way up to the top
Got them vvs yeah, I ain't need no stress yeah
Put her in a dress yeah, cruisin' with the best yeah
Got her on my side, she love moolah
If you're not in time I'ma shoot ya
My flex, I don't hide it, believed all my life bitch
Now I'm on no type shit, can't sleep without nightmares
Ya, I can't sleep without nightmares
Ya, you can see me right here
Ya, can't sleep without nightmares, ya
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me, ya, ya, ya
Paper, my paper, my paper
Paper, my paper, my paper
Paper, my paper, my paper
Paper, my paper, ya, ya, ya
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me, ya, ya, ya
Ey, I want the paper, paper, paper
Yeah, barbies look like fallen angels
Yeah, wanna see them from all angles
Bust down on them hundreds Ben Franklins
Four, five shots on me
Give her more than four, five shots on me
She like, what you tryna do? so I show her my keys
I say, baby you will choose one night of your dreams
Yeah, Santa Monica, bitches like them draw
Holly, molly, polly in the backseat of my car
Baby see that bling-bling and she want a ring-ring
Don't you trust a bitch that knows your money for your king king
Ya, ya, ya, all for the moolah, ya
Drive by with them shooters, ya
I don't wanna fucking lose ya, ya
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya
Get me all this money for the flex, ya, ya
Bust down on the hundred, baby drop the top
600 PS and screaming fuck the cops, yeah
Bad bitch fucked up but we know you like to suck
Money, moolah, love you, know I'm on my way up to the top
Got them vvs yeah, I ain't need no stress yeah
Put her in a dress yeah, cruisin' with the best yeah
Got her on my side, she love moolah
If you're not in time I'ma shoot ya
My flex, I don't hide it, believed all my life bitch
Now I'm on no type shit, can't sleep without nightmares
Ya, I can't sleep without nightmares
Ya, you can see me right here
Ya, can't sleep without nightmares, ya
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me
I just wanna see the paper, paper
Million dollar bills on me
Bitch ya, I ain't have to tell ya, tell ya
Why you wanna fuck with me, ya, ya, ya
Paper, my paper, my paper
Paper, my paper, my paper
Paper, my paper, my paper
Paper, my paper, ya, ya, ya
Credits
Writer(s): Uzma Aman Khan
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