Big Paper (feat. Yon Dee)
Oh Oh
Rapture, Yondee
Big paper for the envelope
If you talking about kwudi I'm available
I wan Dorime and ameno
The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh
More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money
More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh
Big paper for the envelope
If you talking about kwudi I'm available
I wan Dorime and ameno
The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh
More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money
More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh
Ayo say hello to my dawg fella
Yondee and I up on any track I bet you know we do it stellar
Who does it better you can ask your girl
I got her passing out multiple times shit like it was astro-world
It's factual I'm the king of my castle
Your gyal booty round I'ma hit it from the back too
We double down like it's part two
She can't get enough so she stuck on the nigga like a tattoo
Tush tin she's a rude queen, see the blueprint is to get more bucks see I'm talking big paper
Make the money stretch like it's yoga, whip it like it's soda body count longer than a soldiers.
I live it like I get it see there's nothing you can tell me
Used to go a couple of nights, no food in our bellies
But now we up on the telly my talisman was the talent
No telling where it be taking me, my story I'ma tell it
Big paper for the envelope
If you talking about kwudi I'm available
I wan Dorime and ameno
The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh
More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money
More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh
Aye no emotions you know feelings are dead
Up in the streets, nobody cares they chasing the bread.
Reason I grind like my life was for rent
I did what I did and it don't make a dent, in my confidence
My focus be just getting to the top, of the food chain
Ride around in a drop-top, with my boo thang
No chill she's a cold killer, baby gyal carry weight pon her backside like a dope dealer
Can't wait for the time we be making a toast
Up in a ghost, couple of folks who been there from the day one
Cheers to the wins and the ones that we lost
I bask in my victories and learn from my loss
Took the cross that we bore turned that shit into a ladder
I'd rather be at the top of the barrel I hate the scrabbling
Reason I grind homie, I need the Big papers
And if it's not about that shit I'll see u later
Haha
Rapture, Yondee
Big paper for the envelope
If you talking about kwudi I'm available
I wan Dorime and ameno
The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh
More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money
More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh
Big paper for the envelope
If you talking about kwudi I'm available
I wan Dorime and ameno
The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh
More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money
More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh
Ayo say hello to my dawg fella
Yondee and I up on any track I bet you know we do it stellar
Who does it better you can ask your girl
I got her passing out multiple times shit like it was astro-world
It's factual I'm the king of my castle
Your gyal booty round I'ma hit it from the back too
We double down like it's part two
She can't get enough so she stuck on the nigga like a tattoo
Tush tin she's a rude queen, see the blueprint is to get more bucks see I'm talking big paper
Make the money stretch like it's yoga, whip it like it's soda body count longer than a soldiers.
I live it like I get it see there's nothing you can tell me
Used to go a couple of nights, no food in our bellies
But now we up on the telly my talisman was the talent
No telling where it be taking me, my story I'ma tell it
Big paper for the envelope
If you talking about kwudi I'm available
I wan Dorime and ameno
The only Igbo I dey hear na the nyem ego oh
More money, only more money I dey work and grind and pray for more money
More money, baby more money I don't need your emotions oh
Aye no emotions you know feelings are dead
Up in the streets, nobody cares they chasing the bread.
Reason I grind like my life was for rent
I did what I did and it don't make a dent, in my confidence
My focus be just getting to the top, of the food chain
Ride around in a drop-top, with my boo thang
No chill she's a cold killer, baby gyal carry weight pon her backside like a dope dealer
Can't wait for the time we be making a toast
Up in a ghost, couple of folks who been there from the day one
Cheers to the wins and the ones that we lost
I bask in my victories and learn from my loss
Took the cross that we bore turned that shit into a ladder
I'd rather be at the top of the barrel I hate the scrabbling
Reason I grind homie, I need the Big papers
And if it's not about that shit I'll see u later
Haha
Credits
Writer(s): Rapture Ojemeni
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