Mo Paper
Rich the Kid, Y.G., YG
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Yeah You know what I'm sayin'? Can't never switch Huh Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy, huh You ain't a boss, you can't touch her (huh) I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't see, baby) Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper (I got mo' paper) Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters Where my stash box? (Stacks) Bring the racks out (racks) Watch your bad bop (bad) I blew that cash out (cash, what) Yuh, ayy, ran my money up now I got mo' haters (I got mo' paper) Bitches wanna f*ck 'cause I got mo' papers Now I Speed Race, I want more face My bitch bake the cake, I might slide the Wraith Hermès links, check the sinks Chanel when she blink, she want that 'Rari pink (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) You ain't a boss, you can't touch her (touch her, huh) I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't see, baby) Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters I need the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (fast) Pulled up, Lambo, niggas mad, mad, mad, mad (niggas mad) Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash (splash) You might slip on a drip, you might need the cash I painted my 6-4 red, a lot of my homies dead Some of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red On Bloods, I need that head, I'm tryna feel it in my legs I'm tryna spend a little bread, f*ck it up at Saks, yeah All my bitches drive Benz, I'll put you in a Benz (I'll put you in a Benz) All my hoes conniving, they finesse them M's (finesse them M's) Seen that nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did (oh yeah, yeah she did) Before you f*ck me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah You ain't a boss, you can't touch her (huh) I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't see, baby) Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters
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Written by: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Gabriel Tavarez, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Samuel Jimenez
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