Pick The Paper (feat. Frada)
3CityJay
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(Nah, Kay, come on, man) (I ain't gonna lie, Dom, you crazy for this one) Pick the paper, Pile it up, and pick up all the cheddar Don't bring your issues in here, baby, think about that later Had to get the bag, but they always gonna hate Sippin' spiked lemonade, so I Pick The Paper Pick The Paper, pile it up, and pick it by the lot If we throwin' all these bills, you better race me to the top Damn, girl, had these niggas sweatin' you all day Now drop that ass on the stage and tell her you Pick The Paper One thing they know I'ma always sip slow Drink in my hands still that Casamigos Swipe, swipe, swipe on my card, I don't give no facades She want drinks from the bar, Wear all white, thank you God My, oh my, how that nigga so fly J-A-Y, that's a handsome-ass guy Sharp and sly, always wearin' suits and ties Man, by day, but Nupe by night So go head, drop that ass to the motherfuckin' floor Big booty, Benz, Lil Baby, been knew you cold Throw me a show, I might throw you some dough She ain't got no man, but she got another fan Pick the Paper, pile it up, and pick up all the cheddar Don't bring your issues in here, baby, Think about that later Had to get the bag, but they always gonna hate Sippin' spiked lemonade, so I Pick the Paper Pick the paper, pile it up, and pick it by the lot If we throwin' all these bills, you better race me to the top Damn, girl, had niggas sweatin' you all day Now drop that ass on the stage and tell her Pick The Paper Pick, pick, pa- Pick The Paper Pick, pick, pa- Pick The Paper Pick, pick, pa- Pick The Paper Paper, paper Paper, pick it, shake it, strippin' Hunnids, tippin', London, Tipton Mercedes say she love the Benzes She see the money on the Carti lenses All the birds come and flock to me Speak up, baby, you can talk to me Matter of fact, I'm 'bout that action, come and walk to me Been that dude, come with 1, then I leave with 2 Yellowbone, Pikachu, She won't even peek at you She wanna f*ck me, then I let her, nigga She wave at me, cause I'm a better nigga She like the waves, they get her wetter quicker She on go for whoever with her She my favorite stripper Huh, trust me, nigga She 11 toes down What she doin' after parties, only heaven knows now Put that truly down It's Casamigos on the house She said, Frida, can I bring me amigos to your house? Pick the paper, pile it up, and pick up all the cheddar Don't bring your issues in here, baby, think about that later Had to get the bag, but they always gonna hate Sippin' spiked lemonade, so I Pick The Paper Pick the paper, pile it up, and pick it by the lot If we throwin' all these bills, you better race me to the top Damn, girl, had niggas sweatin' you all day Now drop that ass on the stage and tell her Pick The Paper Pick, pick, pa- Pick The Paper Pick, pick, pa- Pick The Paper Pick, pick, pa- Pick The Paper Paper, paper
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Written by: Fraol Olyad, Jervaughn Gaines Jr.
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