Lyrics:
paper
Fucking models
I mean models always chase us
Bottles after bottles
No more chasers
Do me no favors
Go on and hate us
Doe….
Getting paper
your eyes
You know something isn't right
But You, write novels on paper white sheets
Can model much better than me
Who am I compared to you
And he, is
Toss it away
Into the water
Toss it away
Into the fire
Some minor thought fell from the sky
Nobody wants that either
Paper model plane glued to your
Cristian Dior, Rock Marc Jacobs
David Tlale, oooh Versace Versace
Inspiration, next top model
Get that paper, don't kill my vibe
(You gotta get- get
up
Model bitches caking up
Now it's like a thousand for a feature
10 in a week I got my paper up
Your friend walked in the room and
Didn't even speak
I
And roll this paper up Savin hoes ain't never
Felt as good as Savin paper up
Model bitch thick
Way too thick to be in cosmo
Rest in peace to aunt Wanda
On coolers and bottles
Papers and models
I'll sleep of the curses
And heal with my eyes closed
I'm scared of the dark so I turn from the light
my eyes lookin
no tomorrow
I scrape up the paper
I stick to the models
Always quick to cut a nigga off
Who aint bout a dollar
Only God can judge me
So i stick
lives in her inner soul
So the devil that droves in her got in control
Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin' getting got cake up
Though my paper way thicker
in her inner soul
So the devil that droves in her got in control
Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin' getting got cake up
Though my paper way thicker
never let a nigga like
Me on the map
'Cause I'm just gon' kill shit ayy
Bottle after bottle
(Bottle) , model after model (Model)
Spending all this paper
touchdown
Remember Meek dead broke? Look at me, up now
I run my city from south Philly back to uptown
Thank god, all these bottles I popped
All this paper I
Bottle after bottle, model after model
Spending all this paper like I
Fucking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that's the motto
Ricky told
Bottle after bottle, Model after model
Spendin' all this paper like I
Fucking won the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga thats the motto
Ricky told me
All this paper I been gettin',
All these models I popped.
I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop'd.
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit now look
touchdown
Remember Meek dead broke? Look at me, up now
I run my city from south Philly back to uptown
Thank god, all these bottles I popped
All this paper I
touchdown
Remember Meek dead broke? Look at me, up now
I run my city from south Philly back to uptown
Thank god, all these bottles I popped
All this paper
for people getting my power and paper up
Americas top model watch is that a pretty face or what
I make a vehicle and sell it like its E-bay
You know I
Saturday
Another 7 Monday
And I be on a paper chase
Like models on a runway
You can check my coattail
And you can see I go the dumb way
See I be mashing
on motherfucker get your boots lacing you know what that’s like
that’s like heavy on the throttle
killing every bottle
cookies and gelato
fuckin’ every model
paper
fingerprints all over this thing
From the papers to the models and brain
I transform it till we rework the frame
Now our wire sitting in everything
It's in my
can't stop the heat
We pull up pop bottles
Then pop models
Pull up pop bottles
Then models
I paper chase
Buss down the face
Cuz my time is money ain't no
bitches choosin'
I'm the one in the club with the paper
All of these models I paid for
2: 30 in the club, gettin' fucked up
Let's talk about that shit later
something i can not forget
wasted time pretending i was cool
paper heart please understand
model planes and rubberbands
wound too tight my heart could snap
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