Paper Planes (Diplo Street Remix)

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border, I got Visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I'll get one done in a second if you wait

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border, I got Visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I'll get one done in a second if you wait

Sometimes I think sittin' on trains
Every step I get to I'm clockin' that game
Everyone's a winner we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name

Sometimes I think sittin' on trains
Every step I get to I'm clockin' that game
Everyone's a winner we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

Man, I'm rollin' through the city, old school on them big boys
12 inch woofers in the trunk, making big noise
Got the big toys (toys), don't make me have to flash
Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash

Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift
And the gangstas talk trills, sip purp and burn piff
You can call 5-0 and 5-0 might come
But by the time that they arrive all that dirt had been done

Now one things for certain, and two things for sure
Being poor is a disease, gotta hustle up a cure (cure)
Start with your head homie then use your hands
If you try it in reverse, you dont even have a chance (chance)

We worldwide worried with the hunger and the thirst
From the third world countries to the second and the first (first)
It sounds like a verse but its more like a plan
Get your Robin Hood on, put some pressure on the man, tell it

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang,,bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

I wake up in the morning with my bitch in the bed
She don't like the police and she sure hate the feds
I love my girl cause she gives me what I want
She ride in the trunk or either ride in the front

She looks like 22 but she really 45
Some reason she done made a whole lotta niggas cry
So bad that she make 'em all pull they money out
Take it out they pockets and they put it in my pouch

Ouch, gotta hurt the way that girl do ya
She always wanna what take, take, take the moolah
Gimmie them pesos the cash and the credit card
Might be a broad but the lil' bitch hit ya hard

You the police and we is the robbers
You need more than them helicopters to stop us
Excuse me, let me introduce my lady
Her name is Beretta and she mothafuckin' crazy

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (bang, bang, bang, bang)
And a (click, ching)
And take your money