Paper Planes (Afrikan Boy & Rye Rye Remix)

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I'll make 'em all day

I get one done in a second if you wait

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I'll make 'em all day

I get one done in a second if you wait

Sometimes I think sitting on trains

Every stop I get to, I'm clocking that game

Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame

Bona fide hustler, making my name

Sometimes I think sitting on trains

Every stop I get to, I'm clocking that game

Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame

Bona fide hustler, making my name

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

She's fly like paper get high like planes

Try to keep her from the U.S. but she stronger than a gang

'Cause she got a lot of fame, messin' with the wrong name

I'm following the footsteps from the hood to the music game

My city on fire, ain't no need to put it out

And I'm 'bout set it off, 'cause I got power in my mouth

And I'm 'bout to bring it out to the world

I want to touch the clouds, want to be your nature girl

I feel the rain and it's tellin' me to go far

I feel the pain and it's tellin' me the music hard

Should I stay? Should I go? I don't know, I'm kind of lost

But I'm aiming for success, I'm really sorry if you don't

Never take drugs, but I'm highed up

All the music from my MC in the hood growin' up

It gets hard when you're tryna blow it up

So stressful, you say fuck it, you be like, "I'm givin' up"

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

I was at home, making my visas

Slippin' on my government, you seen how we does, man

I'm fresh from Lagos, fresh from Nigeria

If I look angry, it's 'cause someone stole my visa

If you walk into my kitchen, you will see the white powder

I'll be by the cooker, whipping at you harder

Don't be alarmed, I'm just cookin' pounded yam

Afrikan Boy, I never be a drug dealer

I wrap and sell pepe in the markets of Abuja

I'm a legend, something like Jay-Jay Okocha

My name is Olushola, I just sent off my visa

I live everyday like it's the first of October

The greatest hustler on Earth I know is my mother

Like mother, like son, familiar like my father

Birds of the same flow share the same feather

I just want to make my dollar and my Naira

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

All I wanna do is—, and a—

And take your money

M.I.A., third world democracy

Yeah, I've got more records than the KGB

So, uh, no funny business

Are you already up?

Some, some, some I, some I murder

Some I, some I let go

Some, some, some I, some I murder

Some I, some I let go