Gorilla Zoe - Paper Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Pay pay pay pay paper [x3]
I can get you kush if you got the right (paper) I can get your packs of the pills for the (paper)
I can get you bricks of that white for the (paper) shawty I can change your whole life for that (paper) yeah

[Verse 1: ZOE]
Paper ain't an issue I've been gettin money
I done moved them pacs weather rain sleet or sunny, I drop it in the pot, it jump out
Like a bunny my recipe is funny, it turn em into zombies, a little bit of this a little bit of that I hit it with the razor
And I throw it in the sack you can call it ready rock, or you can call it crack but
Whatever that you call it best believe it's coming back

[loop:]
Kush for the (paper), pills for tha (paper [x3]). rob for the(paper), I go hard for the (paper [x3])
Hustle for the (paper) grind for the (paper [x3])
Kill for the (paper), But I will get the (paper [x3])

[Verse 2: ZOE]
Run up in the house for the (paper) stick the pistol dead up in ya mouth for tha (paper)
Yeah I'll tie your ass to the couch for the (paper) cock it back and blow your brains out
For tha (paper)
Make a nigga holla bout that mighty dollar .223 in my impala choppin through your shit with some bullets the size of baby bottles
Throw him in the trunk and drop his ass of in that water theyll never find you, ya ass gone float across the border
Hold up, Come up, Down there with pirrahnas, I do it for the paper get up or you a goner,
I'm lookin for the mona, and I ain't talkin Lisa, (So what the f*ck you talkin bout?)
Bitch, I'm talkin bout tha paper.

[Loop:]
Kush for the(paper), pills for tha (paper [x3]). rob for the(paper), I go hard for the (paper [x3])
Hustle for the(paper) grind for the (paper [x3])
Kill for the(paper), But I will get the (paper [x3])

[Verse 3: Durty Block]
It's Mister Paperwerk my pockets are my front desk,
They bout to bust open, shawty I need more thread, I'm on that all carb diet I want more bread,
For the paper I'll put five in your forehead.
Copped six bricks for the quick time to double up,
Four glass pots cookin caine watch it bubble up.
One dollar short f*ck nigga I'll damage ya, real trap niggas got keys like a janitor.
Boys in the hood never hesitate to pull paper, bathroom money, we treat doe like it's toilet paper,
Blow good Kush stay high like skyscrapers, independent ballin baby we don't even need a major.