M.I.A. - Paper Planes (DR Remix) lyrics

rate me

I get what they looking for

Keep what they looking for

All they got to do is tell me what they looking for

I'm the dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman

Dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman

Money to be made best delieve a nigga got it

I run it myself like a quarterback option

I bet you 10 g's tell the bitch to go shopping

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper

See nigga try to kick it but no I don't play sucka

I'm all about my paper tryna marry betty crocker

I pack a joint away you know my whip game proper

Enough for one kill see 70 thousand dollars

I was shooting dice (what)

Smoking on the joint (what)

I bet william got it he hit 5 straight points

We over here hustlin over here grindin

You rap about money and a nigga might sign ya

Rap about me and a nigga might find ya

Banana in your ass with your head right behind ya

Dope game bitch let his momma worry bout him

You can holla at me A FIEND!

All I wanna do is (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)

And a (CHA KA! CHING!)

And take your money

Now who you know besides me

Who writes lines as sweet lines

I had hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines

You don't want me to be yo kid's role model

I teach em how to buck with the beauties and roll with the models

Have shorty fresh off the stoop and ready to shoot

Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot

Sittin in the crib sippin guiness watchin menace then oh lord

Havin young nigga buckin shit like he old dawg

My team they depend on me when it's first time

I eat a nigga food more yay like it's lunch time

U feelin brave nigga go head get gutty

See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out yo skully

I done made myself out so ain't shit u could tell me

Now niggas callin me to fix ya man fuck your money

I ain't hurtin I'm aight nigga I'm doing good

I ain't gotta write rhymes I got bricks in the hood

All I wanna do is (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)

And a (CHA KA! CHING!)

And take your money

M.I.A. third world democracy

Yeah I got more records than the K.G.B.

So uh no funny business

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

All I wanna do is (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)

And a (CHA KA! CHING!)

And take your money

Thro throw throw throw yo muthafuckin hands

Get em high

All the girls pass the weed to yo muthafuckin man

Get em high

Now I ain't ever tell you to put down yo hands

Keep em high

And if you losing yo high then smoke again

Keep em high