It's hot in my streets and I'm hot on these beats
Set yo bitch off the leash we get hot in my sheets
You cant defeat what you do not believe
Sit under trees and collect all the leaves
Covered in green like Boston my team
In love with my money don't get in between
38 magnum asleep in my jeans Don't wake him up cuz hell make a scene
Hell make u scream pop pop pop
Forever you'll dream and never be seen
I'm stacking this money up higher than me
The room is so smokey I can't even see
So many blunts i lose my memory
Always on top I stand on my feet
Not on my knees surrendering Forever I love it like wedding rings
PAPER
Know I'm gettin to the money
I ain't worried bout them hatin
They not gettin nothin from me
Know them niggas mad
U can see it on they face
I'm jus gettin money that's why I be at Money Plays
Shout out to my niggas tryna hustle off a eighth
Baggin up them dimes jus to put it on ya plate
Ridin wit the 9
On the side is the weight
Hungry fo the money
Pockets gotta get the pay
That paper
Paper
I jus want the paper
Staxxx in this bitch I got racks on my wrist
Watch is so shiny cant tell time it is
Ima grown man don't play wit no kids
But ima f*ck u all night like a nigga on thizz
No suit an tie but I'm all bout the biz
U say u can beat me that's only a myth
I'm stackin this paper as high as a cliff
U niggas will make only what I permit
Run up on a nigga get his shit snatched
Nigga better get back
For' he f*ck w Chris staxxx
Nigga you can get clapped Standing ovations
Jus a real nigga hold it down for Las Vegas
I don't give a f*ck about a Pussy or a hater
Youngin on his grind like a mothaf*ckin skater
Know I got that pump enemy eliminator
And I keep a pistol rob a nigga out his paper
Motha f*cka I get paper
Green green green
Blue hunnids jus get in between
Cant worry bout what's underneath
Them niggas they mad they stompin they feet
I always win why u niggas compete
Money 24/7 even while u sleep Money u only see in ur dreams I'm all bout that dough And that chedda the cream
Nigga I get paper
Chris Staxxx - Paper Lyrics
Chris Staxxx - Paper Lyrics
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It's hot in my streets and I'm hot on these beats
Set yo bitch off the leash we get hot in my sheets
You cant defeat what you do not believe
Sit under trees and collect all the leaves
Covered in green like Boston my team
In love with my money don't get in between
38 magnum asleep in my jeans Don't wake him up cuz hell make a scene
Hell make u scream pop pop pop
Forever you'll dream and never be seen
I'm stacking this money up higher than me
The room is so smokey I can't even see
So many blunts i lose my memory
Always on top I stand on my feet
Not on my knees surrendering Forever I love it like wedding rings
PAPER
Know I'm gettin to the money
I ain't worried bout them hatin
They not gettin nothin from me
Know them niggas mad
U can see it on they face
I'm jus gettin money that's why I be at Money Plays
Shout out to my niggas tryna hustle off a eighth
Baggin up them dimes jus to put it on ya plate
Ridin wit the 9
On the side is the weight
Hungry fo the money
Pockets gotta get the pay
That paper
Paper
I jus want the paper
Staxxx in this bitch I got racks on my wrist
Watch is so shiny cant tell time it is
Ima grown man don't play wit no kids
But ima f*ck u all night like a nigga on thizz
No suit an tie but I'm all bout the biz
U say u can beat me that's only a myth
I'm stackin this paper as high as a cliff
U niggas will make only what I permit
Run up on a nigga get his shit snatched
Nigga better get back
For' he f*ck w Chris staxxx
Nigga you can get clapped Standing ovations
Jus a real nigga hold it down for Las Vegas
I don't give a f*ck about a Pussy or a hater
Youngin on his grind like a mothaf*ckin skater
Know I got that pump enemy eliminator
And I keep a pistol rob a nigga out his paper
Motha f*cka I get paper
Green green green
Blue hunnids jus get in between
Cant worry bout what's underneath
Them niggas they mad they stompin they feet
I always win why u niggas compete
Money 24/7 even while u sleep Money u only see in ur dreams I'm all bout that dough And that chedda the cream
Nigga I get paper
Set yo bitch off the leash we get hot in my sheets
You cant defeat what you do not believe
Sit under trees and collect all the leaves
Covered in green like Boston my team
In love with my money don't get in between
38 magnum asleep in my jeans Don't wake him up cuz hell make a scene
Hell make u scream pop pop pop
Forever you'll dream and never be seen
I'm stacking this money up higher than me
The room is so smokey I can't even see
So many blunts i lose my memory
Always on top I stand on my feet
Not on my knees surrendering Forever I love it like wedding rings
PAPER
Know I'm gettin to the money
I ain't worried bout them hatin
They not gettin nothin from me
Know them niggas mad
U can see it on they face
I'm jus gettin money that's why I be at Money Plays
Shout out to my niggas tryna hustle off a eighth
Baggin up them dimes jus to put it on ya plate
Ridin wit the 9
On the side is the weight
Hungry fo the money
Pockets gotta get the pay
That paper
Paper
I jus want the paper
Staxxx in this bitch I got racks on my wrist
Watch is so shiny cant tell time it is
Ima grown man don't play wit no kids
But ima f*ck u all night like a nigga on thizz
No suit an tie but I'm all bout the biz
U say u can beat me that's only a myth
I'm stackin this paper as high as a cliff
U niggas will make only what I permit
Run up on a nigga get his shit snatched
Nigga better get back
For' he f*ck w Chris staxxx
Nigga you can get clapped Standing ovations
Jus a real nigga hold it down for Las Vegas
I don't give a f*ck about a Pussy or a hater
Youngin on his grind like a mothaf*ckin skater
Know I got that pump enemy eliminator
And I keep a pistol rob a nigga out his paper
Motha f*cka I get paper
Green green green
Blue hunnids jus get in between
Cant worry bout what's underneath
Them niggas they mad they stompin they feet
I always win why u niggas compete
Money 24/7 even while u sleep Money u only see in ur dreams I'm all bout that dough And that chedda the cream
Nigga I get paper
Writer: Jacob Gutierrez
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