Paper (feat. Niine)

"I don't know why they hate (I'm just tryna get my bands up)

gotta get my life straight (I stood up and pulled my pants up)

When I hit the stage (everybody get they hands up)

Ain't got no time for play (told myself I gotta man up)

Cuz you know I'm bout my paper

I gotta get my cake up

They sleepin on me? I hope they neva wake up

This life ain't always pretty man somebody get the make up

They say I'm dropping jewels im the modern day Jacob

Cuz you know I'm bout my paper

Paper, over, p****, I live by/

Picky, bout my, cuddie, that's all 9

Draw up, whatever, whomever, however Like amber, she stand bout, 53 like iodine

The flava so good I felt I like could afford more/

with Loro piana shoes and mink on the court floor/

The divinchi got a glare when walk down the corridor/

With Polynesian rugs all over the Krib like bora bora/

They talk bout Nina but the Nina ain't called for/

Blood my bulldog barking just as loud as the 44/

Zombies all around me with the dope in the floorboard/

And the paper keep me favored **** that's what the course for/

I don't know why they hate (I'm just tryna get my bands up)

gotta get my life straight (I stood up and pulled my pants up)

When I hit the stage (everybody get they hands up)

Ain't got no time for play (told myself I gotta man up)

Cuz you know I'm bout my paper

I gotta get my cake up

They sleepin on me? I hope they neva wake up

This life ain't always pretty man somebody get the make up

They say I'm dropping jewels im the modern day Jacob

Cuz you know I'm bout my paper

n**** talking shit that they know they ain't back in up

Ain't trippin on no bitch we ain't fuckin she actin up

I swear it's all jokes on my ma I be crackin up

But it's back to this paper cuz dinero im stacking up

I'm a made **** really ain't got no time for no wise guy

I'm up early about the bread save the beef for the five guys

Stay wit nine by my side we connected like wifi

But this dime on the other side addicted to mai tai

No time for the bullshit

No time for lames

No time for the games

I'm like the red states in 08

No time for the change

Less its some paper on the line ain't no signing my name

Please don't wast my f**** time cuz

I don't know why they hate (I'm just tryna get my bands up)

gotta get my life straight (I stood up and pulled my pants up)

When I hit the stage (everybody get they hands up)

Ain't got no time for play (told myself I gotta man up)

Cuz you know I'm bout my paper

I gotta get my cake up

They sleepin on me? I hope they neva wake up

This life ain't always pretty man somebody get the make up

They say I'm dropping jewels im the modern day Jacob

Cuz you know I'm bout my paper"