my first class So I can give it to you rough like a first draft Hold you like a paper plane You know I got paper babe Them dollar bills Girl I'll make it rain
Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty Deal ain't hundred mil, you ain't talkin' bout shit Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick If you talking bout some paper
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
feel on our first date You can be the hero and I can be your side kick You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split You can be the rain from the cloud
enough rain i need reasons why you're leaving when I guess i wished on a plane, I thought it was a star i guess what you wrote on the paper wasn't
minute, do I see what I think I? Whoa Did I think I seen shorty get low? Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow Work
Way down upon Sycamore Slough White man sings the blues Selling roses of paper mache And flecks of starlight dew Swiped a bunch and threw them your way
fooled and I can't just Sit around and watch those snow membranes flame My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain When it starts to fall Lookin'
for it. Take orbit, let gravity be your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ??¶ause gracefully we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain
how we'll start and end it. From there he's off and running,taught em how to save his money. Never let on meet the other, don't meet paper bleed and
fuckin with they feelings, bitch I'll fuck you with my head I don't love you and you don't love me so motherfuck what Donna said I got paper never spend
shining Figured it was gon' rain today, so I'm in Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look at my nightstand and pick the paper back
Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed Put another notch in the game You watchin' the range, I'm floatin' And ain't no stoppin' the rain
but I'm, I'm not ashamed Of what I say or how nice I play I'm a Trojan horse made of paper mache What has been ever comes 'round again And I'm under a rain
the paper, two for the money Brand new bags, new shoes yet I want it All my girls, fly girls getting money All my girls, fly girls getting money One for the paper
, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Ya boy gettin? paper
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to