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
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |