You ever seen someone who roll With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks with
Chorus Paper, paper (8x) do what we do to survive (gotta get it) Paper, paper (8x) Get it like a thief in tonight (you know me) Paper. paper (8x) im
You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks but no jabs
in Sun is shining on my world Sun is in my shoes While I'm passin' through this life This job is spent with you Wrap my dreams in silver paper Gonna
write my rhymes at night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen and place it on some loose leaf Nothin' soft, always the tough meat The white paper
let my homeboys have it [Juelz Santana] uh, aight ok Ia??m up to the plate, homerun is gone you know what that means, time to bring that money home brown paper
haters wanna talk down I don't feel a way by what a nigga say It's alright love, I let a hater hate Pull up on them see them paper plate See da oyster
I just can't sleep tonight Knowing that things ain't right It's in the papers, it's on the TV, it's everywhere that I go Children are crying, soldiers
Like you at the barber Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor This is my life (life) A ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz
out the hard way Crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way I thought they knew shorty Like father like son Ball till' ya fall stuntin' with them paper plates
it when she iced up jumpin' in the Benz In the jeep how she play shop everyday Pull up in the harley rally strip paper plates 100 [Chorus] [Verse 3
be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the, young stunna Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy I be stuntin' like my daddy 98's, 45 paper plates 10
just came from over the stove so what you wanna spit? (Chorus) What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up New plates
Two dimensions dumb your head down Duck don't look now company missiles Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops are watching Makin' their dreams out of paper
lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this Lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper
told the teller Just throw it in the bag That's the way it suppose to be A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper
game go Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain I'm out, I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine hoe
, cut 'em wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
