Paper

I ain't old, I ain't young, I'm somewhere in-between
Tryna get that bread with some butter in-between
She said she'd ride or die, that was 2013
She ain't riding, she ain't dead, I guess we were just teens
Moral of story chase dreams, not girls
Make a lot of money, buy mama nice pearls
Buy a crib for daddy, next to the place with sea shells
You only live once, life no get sequel
So I stay up all night working 'till the sun gon' rise
I ain't gon' stop 'till I see my name in lights
Fuck love, gimme the paper
You can keep the fame 'cause I'm all about the mula (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck love, gimme the paper
You can keep the fame 'cause I'm all about the mula (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck love, gimme the paper
You can keep the fame 'cause I'm all about the mula
Fuck love, fuck love, fuck love
Fuck love, fuck love, fuck love
Young black boy, yeah, I'm tryna make money (racks on racks)
All about the paper so they call me origami
Shawty looking like a snack, looking real yummy (real yummy)
But wh3 me nni time especially when it's sunny (when it's sunny)
Stacking bread up for a rainy day, yeah yeah yeah
Stacking bread up for a rainy day, yeah yeah yeah
Fuck love, gimme the paper
You can keep the fame 'cause I'm all about the mula, yeah
Fuck love, gimme the paper
You can keep the fame 'cause I'm all about the mula (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck love, gimme the paper
You can keep the fame 'cause I'm all about the mula, yeah
Fuck love, gimme the paper
You can keep the fame 'cause I'm all about the mula
Fuck love, fuck love, fuck love
Fuck love, fuck love, fuck love



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Evan Damon
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