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More, more, more money, more paper More, more, more money, more paper More, more, more money, more paper You see the four best crews in the game, I'm in them If you don't like me do something then Ten minute screw faces I ain't in them I want paper, divi, divi wages I ain't in them My crew put five 20 pound notes in a roulette machine and spin them Anybody get rude, I'll clench my fist and chin them Forget a mash, forget a clash, they're trash; I'll bin them I don't wanna to liver cool swing, I will physically swing them That's why I haven't clashed anybody since "long son den some win seng" If I hear man say my name, I'll ring them If I hear any skeng talk on my 3310 I'll find out where they are and link them Headlock power-drive and pin them I spy with my little eye Something beginning with a capital P Pa-, pa-, paper, that's what I see Paper, Paper, that's what I see I spy with my little eye Something beginning with a capital P Pa-, pa-, paper, that's what I see Paper, Paper, that's what I see More, more, more money more paper more, more money more paper I wanna see more dough than a baker Run tings like Ninjaman and Kartel in jamaica, promoters pay me nuff paper You know me man, the only man who could ever give me a bill is a waiter Skepta heavy, heavy like pacer, I love the way things are going now I gotta start collecting the dough in I used to only get bookings in the UK now Me and my crews boarding the 747 Boeing I gotta get that dollar, get that euro, get that yen Come back to England, flip that again I repeat, flip that again, 'cause I spy with my little eye Something beginning with a capital P Pa-, pa-, paper, that's what I see Paper, paper, that's what I see I spy with my little eye Something beginning with a capital P Pa-, pa-, paper, that's what I see Paper, paper, that's what I see I work hard every day, I won't stop grime until everything's kosher Until I got the house on the hill that looks like the one on the holiday brochure I want power, but it can't be solar, I've always wanted to be a high roller When I was young I had to get Nike, I couldn't get Gola I had name brands when I was on my stroller I'm a big man now, so I want a bow tie and a bowler Forget P's like Diddy, I wanna make P's just like Coca-Cola For the big house in Angola, and the big Range Rover And the P's legit, so it don't really matter if police wanna come and try pull man over I spy with my little eye Something beginning with a capital P Pa-, pa-, paper, that's what I see Paper, paper, that's what I see I spy with my little eye Something beginning with a capital P Pa-, pa-, paper, that's what I see Paper, paper, that's what I see More, more, more money, more paper More, more, more money, more paper More, more, more money, more paper
Writer(s): Joseph Adenuga, Benjamin Darroux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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