Fes Taylor - Paper Lyrics
f/ Mr. Prezident[Fes Taylor]I get money all over the statesSo I can see the hate all over your faceFade off on the jakes, fans they see me in the LamborghiniGot *****es with tans in bikinisSeas like pans of ziti, NYPDMy NYC D's got wolves that'll shoot you for three g'sSon you better hope I squeeze freeze, ***** if I get locked upKnow I'm going home like E.T.I got bail money, fresh off the block, still moneyPut away in a shoe box and steal from meI take fingers in exchange, my niggas in the gameNever been afraid to stick you with a bladeHow can I be broke as hellWhen I can hit the block hard, son, I got coke to saleMy last name should of been PaperCuz everytime I spit, it's like I'm giving you tips like you a waiter[Chorus: Fes Taylor w/ Mr. Prezident ad-libs]You getting money right? (Cop this yeah, drop a top)Them is 20's right? (Stop this year, don't know when to stop)Aiyo the honeys like (cop this year, watch the rocks)I said you hungry right? (Hell yeah)[Hook: Mr. Prezident]Aiyo, I'm just getting this paper, the more that we make, broJust love how these niggas'll hate chaA car, truck, house and some acres, we won't let it break usGot rings like we play for the Lakers[Mr. Prezident]Time has come for the Gov, to get that runSo Fantom keeps begging me to give him my gunDog it ain't easy in the slums where I'm fromI done did a lot of things when I was slinging up jumsSo I keep the mack on me, to keep them cats off meBlack stay flossy, you don't wanna cross meThe Benz lean mean, birds fly when I'm cruising bySee you dudes looking, ya'll schemin' with a crooked eyeYea, the bracelet's the basics, so tight, you can taste itReached at your home where your face isFace it, respect it, matter fact, embrace itMy necklace is grayish like white girl's bracesButton up Mioshis, old school acesCan't forget the watch, cop bully box laced itHolla at your boy if ya stash get lowNow I can show ya'll mutha*****as how to ge this dough[Chorus][Hook]
