Dusty McFly - Paper lyrics

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Every day I’m getting that paper

Every day I’m getting that paper

And I ain’t got no time for the haters

Look I ain’t got no time for that

I ain’t got time for that

I’m getting paper

I ain’t got time for that

I’m getting paper

Every day a nigga getting that paper

So I keep my eyes on these niggas

Your bitch wanna fuck but she ain’t nothing but a freako

Told her bring a friend, I got a bam for the freak hoers

Forty on my lap, in my truck there’s a ego

For niggas acting though, I think they motherfucking debo

Cuz she know, he know, they know what we know

You all niggas broking scelo

They ain’t even got a scene, no

Always in the club, make her order with no ?

We popping, hit bottles down and pie in the click

Diamonds in watch, dancin' like Tito

Got all of these whores in the matrix like Neo

Quick to make a movie, call me Fleez Tarantino

All white up, swear they lookin' like a kilo

Drop hip, posted on the block , right on finger

Four wipes, four bitch

I think I’ll speak about lingo

Every day I’m getting that paper

Every day I’m getting that paper

And I ain’t got no time for the haters, not at all

Look I ain’t got no time for that, not at all

Every day I’m getting that paper

Every day I’m getting that paper

And I ain’t got no love for the haters

Look I ain’t got no love for the haters

I got that walk in the club, niggas mug paper

Real niggas on us ,. They dust paper

Pretty bad bitches, giving hugs paper

Two hundred G-s and tahat addict

Bitch I strung paper

That nigga looking at me crazy and I’m slug paper

That marble table, marble flow be on broke paper

That bad bitch, bad ? in het thug paper

But really I don’t give a fuck, nigga what paper?

You know that pull up on your bitch, I get your number paper

Hot ball, straight flex and all will stunning paper

That enemies like freeze, yeah we get along paper

Cuz you can’t go along the way where nigga got all paper

Got that ugy pay, pocket full of stones paper

Then calamari last and ? the all paper

Then out of town, get ‘em home, bitch you on paper

But nigga I don’t need your own, I got my own paper

Every day I’m getting that paper

Every day I’m getting that paper

And I ain’t got no time for the haters, not at all

Look I ain’t got no time for that, not at all

Every day I’m getting that paper

Every day I’m getting that paper

And I ain’t got no love for the haters, not at all

Look I ain’t got no love for the haters, not at all

I ain’t got no time for that

I’m getting’ paper

I ain’t got no time for that

I’m getting’ paper

I ain’t got no time for that

Look

I ain’t got no time for that

I’m getting’ paper

I ain’t got no time for that

I’m getting’ paper

I ain’t got no time for that

I’m getting’ paper

I ain’t got no time for that

I’m getting’ paper