Paper Girl
Looked at my watch
It's time to get this paper girl
Run it up, stash some, yeah that's for my baby girl
Mission is to get it regardless what's Goin in the world
Life full of different routes, Yanni be That paper girl
Came on this earth alone
That's the way Im leaving
It's in me not to starve
Still never was I greedy
Well protected and respected
Different type of being
Had to apply what's been there, my future what I'm seeing!
Distractions came
Like a shoota I up'd and flamed!
Killin any negative off
Gun go off like my brain
I mean my brain go off like this blick!
My looks be a bonus
It's the mental that makes me the shit!
When my Gma left
Knew it was no turning back
Uptown Bad Newz
Shit a show how shit get clapped!
Can't trust ya day ones
They hangin with snakes and them rats
All I speak is facts!
My blood type do not honor that!
Good vibes and new scenery
That's what I see for me
Broke hoes, lame bitches
Wish they could compete wit me
Elevated from basic
Mad people can't eat wit me!
Funny how a nigga fake slept on me
Can't even sleep wit me!
Good vibes and new scenery
That's what I see for me
Broke hoes, lame bitches
Wish they could compete wit me
Elevated from basic
Mad people can't eat wit me!
Funny how a nigga fake slept on me
Can't even sleep wit me!
Looked at my watch
It's time to get this paper girl
Run it up, stash some
Yeah dats for my baby girl
Mission is to get it regardless what's Goin in the world
Life is full of different routes
Yanni be that paper girl
Took time off
Can do that cuz ima boss
Gave em a year away
And still they barely caught up
Asking me for the formula
Might as well be my kid
My life a game of a tag
Cuz I'm really IT!
Half y'all be some clowns
Only time you're really IT!
The ball in my yard
Ya needa work on ya pitch!
Dudes these days be pussy
Might've did a gender switch
Background came in
He all male but ways is bitch!
My mother raised 3 singly
Ain't see no pops
On the go to feed my family
And I don't see the stops
Ain't wit none of that extra shit
Y'all can keep the props
Ever play wit me
Be like Omar dangling from that chop!
It's time to get this paper girl
Run it up, stash some, yeah that's for my baby girl
Mission is to get it regardless what's Goin in the world
Life full of different routes, Yanni be That paper girl
Came on this earth alone
That's the way Im leaving
It's in me not to starve
Still never was I greedy
Well protected and respected
Different type of being
Had to apply what's been there, my future what I'm seeing!
Distractions came
Like a shoota I up'd and flamed!
Killin any negative off
Gun go off like my brain
I mean my brain go off like this blick!
My looks be a bonus
It's the mental that makes me the shit!
When my Gma left
Knew it was no turning back
Uptown Bad Newz
Shit a show how shit get clapped!
Can't trust ya day ones
They hangin with snakes and them rats
All I speak is facts!
My blood type do not honor that!
Good vibes and new scenery
That's what I see for me
Broke hoes, lame bitches
Wish they could compete wit me
Elevated from basic
Mad people can't eat wit me!
Funny how a nigga fake slept on me
Can't even sleep wit me!
Good vibes and new scenery
That's what I see for me
Broke hoes, lame bitches
Wish they could compete wit me
Elevated from basic
Mad people can't eat wit me!
Funny how a nigga fake slept on me
Can't even sleep wit me!
Looked at my watch
It's time to get this paper girl
Run it up, stash some
Yeah dats for my baby girl
Mission is to get it regardless what's Goin in the world
Life is full of different routes
Yanni be that paper girl
Took time off
Can do that cuz ima boss
Gave em a year away
And still they barely caught up
Asking me for the formula
Might as well be my kid
My life a game of a tag
Cuz I'm really IT!
Half y'all be some clowns
Only time you're really IT!
The ball in my yard
Ya needa work on ya pitch!
Dudes these days be pussy
Might've did a gender switch
Background came in
He all male but ways is bitch!
My mother raised 3 singly
Ain't see no pops
On the go to feed my family
And I don't see the stops
Ain't wit none of that extra shit
Y'all can keep the props
Ever play wit me
Be like Omar dangling from that chop!
Credits
Writer(s): Ayanna Bostick
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