Rich The Kid - Mo Paper (feat. YG)

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Rich The Kid - Mo Paper (feat. YG)

Rich The Kid

Mo Paper

Featuring(s) : YG

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Paroles - lyrics: Mo Paper

Yo, know what I'm sayin'
Can't never switch, huh

Ooh, heh, heh, huh

You ain't a boss you can't touch her
I might just paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich that's on my mother;
Say she love you still can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
Why your boyfriend a lame?
I got mo' paper
Bring the money out now I got mo' haters

Where my stash box?
Bring the red sack
What's your bank box
I blew that cash out
Y'all, eh, wrap my money up
Now I got mo' haters (I got mo' papers)
Bitches wanna fuck 'cos I got mo' papers

Now I free race
I want more face
My bitch bake the cake
I might slide the race
I'm in sleaks (sleaks)
Check the seats
Chanel when she blink
She wants that 'Rari pink (skeet, skeet)

You ain't a boss you can't touch her
I might just paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich that's on my mother;
Say she love you still can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
Why your boyfriend a lame?
I got mo' paper
Bring the money out now I got mo' haters

I need a bag fast, fast, fast, fast
Pull the Lambo niggas mad, mad, mad, mad
Saint Laurent whole bottle splash, splash, splash
You might slip on a drip
You might need a cast

I paid my six for red
A lot of my homies dead
Some of my homies blue
A lot of my homies red
On bloods I need a head
I'm tryin' to feel it in my legs
I'm trying to spend a little bread
Freak it up best sex, yeah

All my bitches drive Benz
I'll put you in a Benz
All my hoes conniving
They finesse them ends
Rich niggas slide in
Oh yeah, yeah she did
Before you fuck me give that pussy a cleanse, yeah

You ain't a boss you can't touch her
I might just paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich that's on my mother;
Say she love you still can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top then I speed race it
But my frames they Dior, I can't see baby
Why your boyfriend a lame?
I got mo' paper
Bring the money out now I got mo' haters

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