Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 'Bout My Paper, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
'Bout My Paper |
| If you ain’t got no motherfucking confrontation |
| Then keep on walking |
| (Watch out there now) |
| Cause I’m about to show you what you paid for when you came here |
| Put your hands up, let’s get this motherfucker started |
| Who could talk about that money better than me? |
| Who could stay so hood femininely? |
| Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g’s? |
| Who’s just as controversial as Eminem be? |
| F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side |
| Who the fuck really want come test I |
| Don’t start no shit tonight |
| You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight |
| But we 'bout our dough — you know how that go |
| You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow |
| And go straight at them, quickly go platinum |
| Still cocky, wrist still rocky |
| Real chunky niggas still want me |
| Still touring and shopping in every country |
| Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city |
| If it ain’t about my paper (paper) |
| Then bitch don’t call me |
| (Bitch don’t call me) |
| Cause I’m about my motherfucking business (my business) |
| So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) |
| If you ain’t got no motherfucking confrontation |
| Then keep on walking |
| (Watch out there now) |
| Cause I’m about to show you what you paid for when you came here |
| Put your hands up, let’s get this motherfucker started |
| I came here to take my dick out, LOOK OUT |
| If you ain’t 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking |
| Then hooker GET OUT |
| I ain’t come here for no foolishness |
| I’m cute as Lil Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris |
| Let me through here, let me bust something |
| Let me do this shit |
| The original booth, ain’t no fucking duplicate |
| Passportin' when a pen on the pad |
| You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I’m the man |
| Dropping 12th Ward B’s on 'em |
| Bitch I’m loaded so don’t ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma |
| Yeah I’m Grammy nominated |
| When the 'Lou says James Brown ain’t been this animated |
| Bitch I thought I TOLD YOU |
| I’m the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I’ll fold you |
| That’s how these niggas get they shit knocked down |
| From fucking with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown |
| If it ain’t about my paper (paper) |
| The bitch don’t call me |
| (Bitch don’t call me) |
| Cause I’m about my motherfucking business (my business) |
| So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) |
| If you ain’t got no motherfucking confrontation |
| Then keep on walking |
| (Watch out there now) |
| Cause I’m about to show you what you paid for when you came here |
| Put your hands up, let’s get this motherfucker started |
| Foxy thing, watch yourself |
| Show me what you’re working with |
| Foxy thing |
| Without that cash, what the fuck I’m gaining |
| Stop your complaining |
| When rappers fade, Fox is remaining |
| If you shoot just watch where you’re aiming |
| This is real, it’s not entertainment |
| The same way I ball I could quickly fall |
| But nah, I’m still here, till I retire |
| With them chrome things filling my tires |
| To my niggas in the slammer, with y’all stiff hammer |
| Ain’t nothing change, titties still bananas |
| Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad |
| No bra, nipples still hard |
| Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere |
| How the fuck that little bitch do that there? |
| If it ain’t about my paper (paper) |
| The bitch don’t call me |
| (Bitch don’t call me) |
| Cause I’m about my motherfucking business (my business) |
| So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) |
| If you ain’t got no motherfucking confrontation |
| Then keep on walking |
| (Watch out there now) |
| Cause I’m about to show you what you paid for when you came here |
| Put your hands up, let’s get this motherfucker started |