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] They call me Paperman (Man) I get that paper, man (Man) Your shawty starin', homie (Homie) Don't make me take her, man (Man) But I'm just on the low (Low) And you already know (Know) Ya bitch choosin' pimpin' That's just the way it go
They call me Paperman, Paperman In that brand new Suddan My money stack up so tall Like New York skyscrapers, man I keep me a fresh tapper, man Rich them bases, man This player is good at home Like Kobe in Staples, man He be tryna lock her down She tryna escape the man I pick that paper up in the mornin' She is like my paper stand They say money shapes a man Keep them squares out your circle And work ya money, nigga Just don't let ya money work you
] They call me Paperman (Man) I get that paper, man (Man) Your shawty starin', homie (Homie) Don't make me take her, man (Man) But I'm just on the low (Low) And you already know (Know) Ya bitch choosin' pimpin' That's just the way it go They call me Paperman (Man) I get that paper, man (Man) Your shawty starin', homie (Homie) Don't make me take her, man (Man) But I'm just on the low (Low) And you already know (Know) Ya bitch choosin' pimpin' That's just the way it go
I'm a man who blow two grand or so On sneakers made from animal Even if they don't understand the flow Bet them hoes understand the dough Every ma'fucker on this planet know Money keeps the world on spin If I pull that on in Ain't no doubt your girl gon' grin They like my shine (They like my shine) They like my grind (They like my grind) I take your girl, I bring her back Ain't it like she mine (Ain't it like she mine) Your ho's to blame (Your ho's to blame) You know the game (You know the game) It's Loso, bitch, but if You wanna know the name, I say
] They call me Paperman (Man) I get that paper, man (Man) Your shawty starin', homie (Homie) Don't make me take her, man (Man) But I'm just on the low (Low) And you already know (Know) Ya bitch choosin' pimpin' That's just the way it go They call me Paperman (Man) I get that paper, man (Man) Your shawty starin', homie (Homie) Don't make me take her, man (Man) But I'm just on the low (Low) And you already know (Know) Ya bitch choosin' pimpin' That's just the way it go
Now, I dip through strips in a whip On black 22's and chrome on the lip Don't slip, don't trip, 'cause the tips Are hollow in this chrome on my hip I lean, so mean, so clean That there ain't a stain on these clothes Hoes run, , throw ones We makin' it rain on these hoes I ride through slow, just hide your ho Don't let your girl see Loso I think I'm this, I think I'm that Man, I don't think I know, so I let them know, we let them go So please don't play with them boys She wanna come, just let her come Over and play with them boys
] They call me Paperman (Man) I get that paper, man (Man) Your shawty starin', homie (Homie) Don't make me take her, man (Man) But I'm just on the low (Low) And you already know (Know) Ya bitch choosin' pimpin' That's just the way it go They call me Paperman (Man) I get that paper, man (Man) Your shawty starin', homie (Homie) Don't make me take her, man (Man) But I'm just on the low (Low) And you already know (Know) Ya bitch choosin' pimpin' That's just the way it go
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