Paper Freestyle

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I just want the paper
I just want some paper, f*ck these bitches keep em far from me
If I got a 50, I'ma put a 10 on top your head
I don't need security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that

That lil bitch too mad I fucked her friend that go by Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop the top and swerve the whip
Upgraded my drip from TKmax to designer shit
Louis belt, Balmain jeans, bust down Rollie, half a ticket

Street nigga, and I'm rich, still got money, just like Ye
Street nigga, big bag, I can put you on
f*ck the fame, I'm gettin' bigger, I bought my mama a Benz
Big money, what I'm standin' on, need a Escalade

Tinted blacked out whip, bitch, niggas talkin' mad
I just hit him with a drum, that's why he paralyzed
That bitch can't work no more, he ain't get no bag no more
Tell his partner I can't collect him from the morgue

That bitch done got a tag, lil' bro like, what the f*ck
I caught him in the scope
Yeah, it's the only way to get shit done, man
I can't believe it, I done freestyled this whole thing

I should just become a rap nigga, man, on some real shit
Let's get it crackin
I just want some paper, f*ck these bitches keep em far from me
If I got a 50, I'ma put a 10 on top your head

I don't need security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that
That lil' bitch too mad I fucked her friend that goes by  Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop that top and swerve the whip
upgraded my drip from TKmax into designer shit

Louis belt, Balmain jeans, bust down Rollie, half a ticket
Street, nigga, and I'm rich, still got money, just like, Ye
Playboy shit, street, nigga, get that bag
My jewelry be magnetic, they be pullin' every bitch

Started with Vanessa, now the room full of bodies
I got plenty bitches, I don't gotta waste my time on one
If you got a chance with me just pray to God that, I don't leave
It's time to get the bag, don't forget, who to f*ck it with

Shawty stand on business like a soldier, what the f*ck she on
It's time to feed the baby she like daddy with the blues at
Ha ha ha, ayy, first time rappin' this shit
First time snappin' this shit

Ayy, I'm probably gon' go platinum, nigga
Ayy, platinum, let's get it crackin
I just want some paper, f*ck these bitches keep em far from me
If I got a fifty, I'ma put a ten on top your head

I don't need security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that
That lil' bitch too mad I fucked her friend that goes by  Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop that top and swerve the whip
upgraded my drip from TKmax into designer shit

Louis belt, Balmain jeans, Bust down Rollie half a ticket
Street nigga and I'm rich, still got money just like Ye

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