Lyrics:
Toby Love
Scott Little, ay
It's that little chico Pitbull
Now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that, hit
Straight Out The Gudda
I get to this paper
Straight Out The Gudda
I get to this paper
I tunnel my vision
I’m focused on paper
I tunnel my vision
I’m
it
Havin' money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini
A nuchi give Versace cologne, now want to see me
at my best or worst? I gets paper when I burst
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
Quen
Wanna get that ass
Wanna get that shit
Crazy bitch grindin' all on my dick
Oh, she got a mans? That boy a lick
Pull up, spray, let the blick
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
mastermind mental
Fuck a pig I'm the big bad wolf
Bitch you looking like pet food
Rap heavyweight knock you out any day Andre Pitbull
An dale on my paper
Out on the corner standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and cold
And as the crowd came passin' by
These words he said with tears in
Out on the corner standin' so bold
Stood a little paper boy so hungry and cold
And as the crowd came passin' by
These words he said with tears in
Toby Love
Scott Little, ay
It's that little chico Pitbull
Now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that, hit
Toby Love
Scott Little, ay
It's that little chico Pitbull
Now let me see you go to work on that strip pole
I love it when you work that, hit
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Chris that
Used to play ball
Skinny with a mushroom cut about yay tall
He's pushin rhymes like what they call him
Pitbull? I've seen him in a club
With
itchin' for that paper
My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
It's 8 a.m., I'm wakin' up, hop out the bed, Check my swag, Soulja Boy, 3
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they're tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale 560 SL
Heard
Back in days when I was a teenager
Used make paper off my pager
Paper off my pager
Paper off my pager
Back in days when I was a teenager
Used make
(Those nairas)
For the Paper
For the Paper uhhh
Stack it up
Waribona Ribatla Zaga - the nyuku (For the Paper)
Waribona Ribatla Zaga - the nyuku (For
boy, put on a nigga's life a spite, boy
Too hurt to be affected by the loss of a viceroy
My family hungry, the stingy people cookin
I might be rappin'
Pitbull aus dem Käfig
Hennessy-Mische, alles dreht sich
Deine Boys im Paper, kleb' es, nagelneuer Benz Mercedes
Guck, die Jungs aus dem Ghetto verdoppeln
to the scene
I'm stepping out looking clean
Got a bad bitch by my side
Stacking up that paper all the way to the sky
Trunk on crack Paper gone stack
Trunk
to the scene
I'm stepping out looking clean
Got a bad bitch by my side
Stacking up that paper all the way to the sky
Trunk on crack Paper gone stack
Trunk
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
What the hell is going wrong baby?
Used to take me to dinner,
Used to take me shopping
Now you're asking me for my paper
It's my money, boy my money,
broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for
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