Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Damon Blackmon
Damon Blackmon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Dame Grease
Dame Grease
Producer

Lyrics

Stay papered up, woah Stay papered up, on gang (Oh) Stay papered up, woah Stay papered up, on gang (Oh) Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring Couple million dollars off my own strain Your life like a video game, Grand Turismo I'm in that GT-R 'cause I pop the six four I had the match for the cash Underground garage where I stash These niggas still in competition When I pass, move 2009 no time whenever we come through No falling for traps, these capping ass bitches Living life behind Snapchat filters Fuck them, this is us Still G'd up and way more papered up Stay papered up, woah Stay papered up, on gang (Oh) Okay, I only care 'bout the money Can't no one take it from me And I'm smilin' all the time, But nigga, ain't shit funny Leavin' out the Gucci store, Nigga, ain't shit bummy On the paper chase on your ring, they shit running Took four years off and the checks kept coming All the girls wanna treat me Like I'm special or something We at number one Mean we standin' next to nothing And the shit you rock is fake But that's another discussion I see a lota dudes hate and the shit is disgusting And I travel all the time Always gettin' through customs And my livin' room new, everything in there custom And the gang with me, everything I got is because 'em Fools need better luck, they be wishing it was them Go on tour when I want, 50k for the clubing We a bunch of rich niggas and our kids'll be cousins And don't gotta open doors We just pushin' the button That's on gang, life (Motherfucker) Stay papered up, woah Stay papered up, on gang (Oh) Stay papered up, woah Stay papered up, on gang (Oh) Three hundred thousand on your block Stars in the hotel Come through it don't stop, unless it's bitches out Money is all I'm 'bout, Don't know how much I got 'Cause it's never enough, Fill another safe up They only play tough They really cream puff I roll another one, forever highed up Uh, off white kicks Tryna find a billion dollars 'fore I find the right bitch Side kick rolled the weed up Catch a vibe with a real nigga That'll check his bags private Come learn how I live Me and Spitta 'bout to buy the island Stay papered up, woah Stay papered up, on gang (Oh) Stay papered up, woah Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Shante Franklin, Dame Grease Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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