Paperwork Party (Remix)

(Trapboy3k)

Yeah, yeah

Still be sippin' this shit when it's foreign cars and shit, ayy

Paperwork party (You on paperwork, ****)

Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Paperwork party

Paperwork party

I'm good on the paperwork (I'm good)

Wake up out a lean coma, go straight to work (There)

****, crack the seal for me, let me taste it first (Let me taste it)

****, blow that shit, I never seen a money truck chase a hearse (On my life)

Shit fucked up for him, he'll snatch a purse

I was just talkin' to the broker, tryna snatch a vert

Cuz told me stop rappin', but the rappin' work

He was tryna put me on game how the vacuum work (I get it)

I don't wanna party (Uh-uh)

That paper forever on my mind, I'm retarded (Forever)

I ain't have no clue, it would be this when it started

The price of a blue raise up when you farther (Facts)

**** need to drip water, went and got my piece watered, I be on it sleepwalkin'

So many blues on me, I feel like C-walkin'

When Siri give directions, I imagine Reke talkin'

****, I'm tryna keep ballin'

Dog-walk bitches, I should put a leash on 'em (Bitches)

I ain't need liquor, put a half a P on her (Bitch)

No limit to this shit, I'm like Master P on 'em (Uh)

Fuck them Diors, lil' pass a G for 'em (Fuck it)

Ain't none of this my plan, what you mad at me for? (Uh-uh)

Super smacked, shootin' there and shootin' back

I need a mansion in the hills, coupe to match (The coupe)

Paperwork party (Paperwork party)

Paperwork party

I got a bitch that's doin' SBA scams

Bitches gettin' hacked and now they postin' Ray Bans

Shows got banned but I still make bands

In the deep South, clubs open, shakin' hands

Baby, work it out, bust it open, make it dance

Lookin' through my DMs, it's a lot of naked fans

Askin' me to link, beggin' me to take a chance

I don't hit 'em back but I gotta take a glance

Ferragamo shoes, Prada made the pants

I'ma take a jet, spend a holiday in France

She know I can touch it with the operation hands

That's real steady

Took her to the spot, lil' mani, lil' pedi

Got a good heart but she just a little petty

Neck pains 'cause the chains hangin' real heavy

Used to walk to Kroger for a box of Little Debbie's

Smokin' on CBD she thought it was Reggie

Paperwork party (You on paperwork, ****)

Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Paperwork party (Yeah)

**** think the feds on him

Got locked, he ain't even have no bail money

Pick my daughter up from school, she say I smell funny

Daddy sprayed exotics and Chanel on me

Ayy, playin' in that field, it get real for you

Then up a pint, let's get real muddy

You don't need a deal, just some pill junkies

Don't leave him with too much, he'll steal from you

Yeah, my raps real, you cap, still need an act deal

Dropped a pint, broke the glass just like Shaq did

What you got? Where your racks? What your stats is?