Mo Paper (feat. YG)

Yo, know what I'm sayin' Can't never switch, huh Ooh, heh, heh, huh You ain't a boss you can't touch her I might just paint the Bentley mustard I got rich that's on my mother; Say she love you still can't trust her Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper Bring the money out now I got mo' haters Where my stash box? Bring the red sack What's your bank box I blew that cash out Y'all, eh, wrap my money up Now I got mo' haters (I got mo' papers) Bitches wanna fuck 'cos I got mo' papers Now I free race I want more face My bitch bake the cake I might slide the race I'm in sleaks (sleaks) Check the seats Chanel when she blink She wants that 'Rari pink (skeet, skeet) You ain't a boss you can't touch her I might just paint the Bentley mustard I got rich that's on my mother; Say she love you still can't trust her Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper Bring the money out now I got mo' haters I need a bag fast, fast, fast, fast Pull the Lambo niggas mad, mad, mad, mad Saint Laurent whole bottle splash, splash, splash You might slip on a drip You might need a cast I paid my six for red A lot of my homies dead Some of my homies blue A lot of my homies red On bloods I need a head I'm tryin' to feel it in my legs I'm trying to spend a little bread Freak it up best sex, yeah All my bitches drive Benz I'll put you in a Benz All my hoes conniving They finesse them ends Rich niggas slide in Oh yeah, yeah she did Before you fuck me give that pussy a cleanse, yeah You ain't a boss you can't touch her I might just paint the Bentley mustard I got rich that's on my mother; Say she love you still can't trust her Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper Bring the money out now I got mo' haters