Lyrics:
to the paper (paper)(yea) (yeax4)
Wish one of u bitches say sum
My bitch is a shooter like trae young (bow)
We faded still hit it like dirk done (yea)
to dick, and I ain't even gon say no name
I feel like I want to click, so now you gon feel my pain
I'm Trae, and I ain't bar nan nigga in this drama
looking
And always try and try to work by myself
Cause I wanna just write and read
And sing these words on my paper
I'm writing these words on the paper
Shit, you know I like buying new things as much as the next person
But there comes a time in life when you realize It's just paper & there's more
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Hoe
I don't want the paper
I just want to rape you
I don't want the paper
I just want to rape you
I don't want the paper,
I just want
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it'll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I'm a paper chaser.
Just living my
I've been attached
Made it with no single scratch mediocracy just didn't match
Catch me on this paper trail
Running cuz I want it fast
Tell 'em not
asking me bout shit, just leave me the fuck alone damn
[Hook - 2x]
[Trae]
So now they got the nerve, to say I'm on some high-seditty shit you tripping
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down
[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
whore
I don’t wanna date hoes
I just want the bankroll
That’s just what I came for
Wanna pour that drank slow
All my boys we stay close
I’m a run that
was way back
To buy a bag of chips, I scrapped up cents to get lays bag
Like since I got a beard just like rick ross I need a Maybach
My dawg whipping
not by ones by the two's
I ain't stopping til I'm in a two seater coupe
Flow just too wavy y'all slim shady y'all been hating I can see it
I been
n-n-nobody really, I'm j-just um, just
passing through.
ALL HEADS: What do you want?
MINSTREL (singing): To fight, and--
ROBIN: Shut up! Um, oo, n-nothing,
cannot pronounce
Money just paper, it's doing me favors, it bought me a house
I go on vacations and too many day trips
My head in the clouds, it's my
creasing
He try to plot on me
I already know his next move that's telekinesis
Shit, you must be crazy
All of this paper on me look like I'm just reading
In my spaceship I take off
I go so opposite of goin soft
I got some money to wash
Chasing this paper
No walk in the park
I say what I want
And they
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
Rock, paper scissors, shoot
Rock, paper,
Rock, paper,
Rock, paper scissors, shoot
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I'm the one
chose us god damn
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
And when you get chose by the paper
You just paper
Goofy
Living the paper
The paper I'm livin'
Its Ice Water Man so you
some profit in stock
The remainder on bonds
By any means that paper working for me
Watch that dollar roll O's
While I kick up my feet
I need multiple
giving second chances, & don’t just want the loot.
Better have the blicky handy, or be lacing up them shoes.
They gon send ya soul to Heaven while ya
Some days we didn't eat
Some days we didn't sleep
Got over heavy nights
Some nights were blissful dreams
Don't want my paper light, cause I got heavy
Paper paper paper paper paper chasin'
I go hard fuck a ref that's giving flagrants
Fresh up out the water diamonds glisten baby
Man I got the sauce
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