"Intro"
Kv.Bangers
Yeah, I In control
Rey haha ha toon
Urbannaire entertainment
"Chorus"
Oh lord we wanted the paper
K3j3 Monday, k3yaa Sunday
Hustle be deep
So we never lose guard
We dey do am straight up for the paper
Blacker we gonna get paper
Show them say we, we dey run town
Hustle be deep
So we never lose guard
We dey do am straight up for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Leebi k3 gb3k3 ofee tam) ole mi
You know we straight up for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Leebi k3 gb3k3 ofee tam) ole mi
You know we straight up for the paper
"Verse"
Errday money we making you gotta love it
Figures and papers
Niggas hustlers in the making
Gunning feeding your family within a minute
Tears of killer, I see them all in my haters
Errday living a life of this dealers
Dope dealers, Gangbangers and Politicians
Errbody wanna make doe
I'm fast letting my flow
Peirce through the music and go
Oh you a son of a gun, my eyes heavy as what
Put the papers in bags
Cus we gon hustle tonight
I got ma mind on the signs
I'm talking dollar signs
Money fantasy is real
86 in my hands
This goes out to the Gee's who be making wild
I'm black I pull guns
I tell them give me the money
Give me the money
I'm not lil Archipelago
I'm mayweather in this
The illest predator
Underdog this is intimate
Double or non or no flow
If no flow, then no doe you go slow
I ghost mode, I brought game I change no
The money, the kudi, Quata say make we get the money
Yea make we get the money
"Chorus"
Oh lord we wanted the paper
K3j3 Monday, k3yaa Sunday
Hustle be deep
So we never lose guard
We dey do am straight up for the paper
Blacker we gonna get paper
Show them say we, we dey run town
Hustle be deep
So we never lose guard
We dey do am straight up for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Leebi k3 gb3k3 ofee tam) ole mi
You know we straight up for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Leebi k3 gb3k3 ofee tam) ole mi
You know we straight up for the paper
"Verse"
Ebi like say what I dey do
Most of y'all niggas nor dey barb
Buh I be beasting on the track
I'm lyrically your god
This ain't a shot to heart
I'm not white
I'm black
And you better double or non
Cus I ain't kantamanto
Kawasaki going like a jet tsunami
Try me papi end up like the man Gaddafi
Non is lost
Bets I don't gamble boy
Fill up a syllable
Venomous I'm an animal
Cannibal in the street
I rap till ma vocals burning out
Hell fire is raging up
Raging up call me Gaza
Lyricism is on it
Skii you ain't on it
Blacker, whiter
Tame the danger
Bars broken watch the floor
You hurt yourself
I vex myself
For rapping more than I should have
You don't think much
Brofo I said it all
This a warning boy
You don't try me boy
I'm ill, skilled with mics
En comprendere boy
La familiar we go hard boy
Wack toy stay in your lane boy
I'm a rap machine
With insane thoughts. GOD...
"Chorus"
Oh lord we wanted the paper
K3j3 Monday, k3yaa Sunday
Hustle be deep
So we never lose guard
We dey do am straight up for the paper
Blacker we gonna get paper
Show them say we, we dey run town
Hustle be deep
So we never lose guard
We dey do am straight up for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Leebi k3 gb3k3 ofee tam) ole mi
You know we straight up for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Oh we do am for the paper
Leebi k3 gb3k3 ofee tam) ole mi
You know we straight up for the paper
"Verse"
Pull the trigger, Pull the trigger
Tell the gun men
That we need some paper
Pull the trigger, Pull the trigger
Iny3mi m3 ye ko ni
He w)) get the paper
Pull the trigger, Pull the trigger
Tell the gun men
That we need some paper
Pull the trigger, Pull the trigger
Iny3mi m3 ye ko ni
He w)) get the paper
