Paper Touchin

I don't know if your money right

But a nigga like me got paper

I don't know if your money right

But a nigga like me got paper

I don't know what your money like

But a nigga like me 'bout paper

I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper

All my niggas gettin' paper

We got paper, we got paper

All my hustlers got paper

Listen up hustlers, I treats them bricks

Like the Wheel of Fortune, spin it, that's why I'm rich

Sick, I should've been in Saw IV

But I'm numero uno, trick, draw four

Hey, I wave at the haters

They know it's me, I be wearin' all the lasers

Shakedown, we paper touch

Ever since I came home and escaped the cuffs

Cafe, servin' the East to the West

Got 'em on E like Ryan Seacrest

The Wire said keep the Devil in the hole

But I'm the chef, my kettle is never cold

It's whatever for the dough, whatever's on the flo'

Like I'm from Frisco, just tell me when to go

Memorial Day in M-I-A

I made it hurricane with Chris, ay bay-bay

Coca baby, you know the streets we run this

You niggas wanna talk crazy, today catch at least a hundred

The internet say the beef gone digital

Now I'm in the Bronx like in the block with the criminals

Gat in the sock, bet the Mac make 'em miserable

You niggas piss sittin' down like my sister do

Bronx legend like Boy George and Chicken Boo

Them Damou's keep hollerin' out that "soo woo"

Haters, leave 'em front of the bodega

My nigga Arnold Schwarzenegger couldn't take us

I'm ready for war, we callin' 'em out

Where you at nigga? Pulp Fiction, red ball in his mouth

I'm too real, Joe too ill

We run this shit, wonder how Pun feel

Yo, if it look like a good write off I'm chargin' it

The Gucci napsack got a couple large in it

The CD player got El Debarge in it

Laid back while your girl's massagin' it

I keep my loot saved, sell mad crack

Other than that, stay in the crib and watch bootlegs

Polo robe on, Louis Vuitton cleathers

Thick R&B chick, gettin' my Hov on

Soon as we unwrap 'em, cuttin', the stove on

Cook 'em, cut 'em and bag 'em, then I'm gettin' my O's on

I don't pay attention to the internet bloggers

I really get it in with the murderers and robbers

This is what a goon'll do

Treat your gravesite like a urinal and YouTube your funeral

It's just Jada, and I might see you in hell much later

But right now I'ma touch paper

I don't know if your money right

But a nigga like me got paper

I don't know what your money like

But a nigga like me 'bout paper

I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper

All my niggas gettin' paper

We got paper, we got paper

All my hustlers got paper

Baby I touch paper, so much paper

We could split it down the middle like Dutch paper

And for real, I don't even call it paper

I got money out the ass so it's toilet paper

Shawty good money in the back area

Curve on her hip make me wanna Blackberry her

And everybody talkin' duffel bag shit

Only paper in is probably what they stuff the bag with

My swag fit like it's tailor made yo

New York love me, I got a tailor made flow

Oh naw, I ain't who to go hard with

My young boy'll do the job like the Omar hit

She sick of that song, how it's so long

Since she met a G like me

First it was Kane, then it was B.I.G., then it was Jay

And she love the homie F-A-B, now meet me

Flowific, white flour I whip it

Spin it round and round, stayin' on my pivot

Keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera

I seen the King soon as I got a mirror

I don't know if your money right

But a nigga like me got paper

I don't know what your money like

But a nigga like me 'bout paper

I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper

All my niggas gettin' paper

We got paper, we got paper

All my hustlers got paper