Paper Crown (feat. Beck and Juicy J)

Come on, babe, so whatcha gonna do?
Tell your mama, gonna ride it on through
You walk on splinters, be sleepin' on nails
Come on, let your hair down, run it over the rails

Get up, babe
Bring it down
Let me see your paper crown
Get up, babe
Bring it down
Let me see your paper crown

I wanna see the paper crown
Then let me see you shake your body to the ground
I'll be your king with a paper crown
Then let me see you shake your body to the ground (look out)

Save yourself, ya walking through the room
Shadow-boxing, come and see my girl
She's a rainbow, never need to smile
Like throwin' candy on a funeral fire
Come on

Get up, babe
Bring it down
Let me see your paper crown
Get up, babe
Bring it down
Let me see your paper crown

I'll be your king with a paper crown
And let me see you shake your body to the ground
I'll be your king with a paper crown
And let me see you shake your body to the ground

Yes sir
With this paper I go dumb, froze both arms
Might got frostbite 'cause my neck feel numb
Pointers 'round my neck, she say I gotta lot of charm
Type of money make a bougie broad wanna feel my pawn

Thick and it's warm, like grits in the morn
Got two things in common, that's my bitch and my foreign
Everything exotic, we got chronic so the vibe's right
Got that type of ass that can really give the blind sight

If you wanna see (wanna see it, wanna see)
This paper crown (you wanna see it, wanna see)
I need you to see you (yeah, let me see it)
Shake your body to the ground (let me see it, let me see it, let me see)

(Ay) if you wanna see (yeah, you wanna see it, you wanna see it)
My paper crown (ay, you wanna see it, you wanna see it)
I need to see you (let me see it, let me see it)
Shake your body to the ground

Your momma should be proud how you entertain the crowd
But if you look at me too long, you might be with child
Ay, I might buy the Birkin if she worth the bag (yes)
Mix it with the hash, take a puff and pass (yes)

Go and bounce that ass, go and bounce that ass (mhm)
Loan paper cash is through that nigga's stash (mhm)
Strong tank of gas, flame this up, get blasted
She treat Meek like me, she 'bout to blow me fast (mhm)

Yeah, you wanna see it, wanna see it
Yeah, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it
Ay, yeah

If you wanna see (wanna see it, wanna see)
This paper crown (you wanna see it, wanna see)
I need you to see you (yeah, let me see it)
Shake your body to the ground (let me see it, let me see it, let me see)

(Ay) if you wanna see (yeah, you wanna see it, you wanna see it)
My paper crown (ay, you wanna see it, you wanna see it)
I need to see you (let me see it, let me see it)
Shake your body to the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Daniel Quine Auerbach, Paul Duane Beauregard, Beck David Hansen, Patrick James Carney
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