Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play Bout My Paper , by - Future. Release date: 09.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Play Bout My Paper |
| Future let’s get right to it |
| I don’t play about my paper |
| (DJ Khaled!) |
| Sippin' my cup this muddy, muddy |
| When I fuck on these bitches no lovey-dovey |
| Got a flood on my wrist, it was mellow yellow |
| Had a flood on my wrist, it was yellow, mellow |
| Check on that chick out the melo |
| I got that white on that white on the Panamera |
| Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella |
| See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal |
| I put the racks and the goons on 'em |
| I got a MAC with a drum on 'em |
| Soon as the dry hit we laid on 'em |
| Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em |
| Actavis, Actavis wait on it |
| Actavis, Actavis wait on it |
| Percocet roxies and we stay on 'em |
| Percocet roxies we stay on 'em |
| Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me |
| I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t |
| Rich nigga rituals, Royce Royces and residuals |
| Residue in my residence, Revinue was so plentiful |
| Rumors Rozay still be runnin' with all you criminals |
| Ransom notes and repercussions follow my ridicule |
| Private charters to Bahamas as I send them through |
| Two new bitches up in Memphis that’s just for summer school |
| A nigga networth at an all-time high |
| I play for keeps, you just ran cross my mind |
| I own all the things that these niggas plot for |
| Know they hatin', still resistin', go and cop more |
| She takin' off her clothes, know that’s for a hot boy |
| Pistols in the lobby, honey on the top floor |
| Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me |
| I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| Sippin' my cup this muddy, muddy |
| When I fuck on these bitches no lovey-dovey |
| Got a flood on my wrist, yellow, yellow |
| Had a flood on my wrist, it was was yellow, yellow |
| Check on that chick out the melo |
| I got that white on that white on the Panamera |
| Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella |
| See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal |
| I put the racks and the goons on 'em |
| I got a Mac with a drum on 'em |
| Soon as the dry hit we laid on 'em |
| Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em |
| Actavis, Actavis wait on it |
| Actavis, Actavis wait on it |
| Percocet roxies and we stay on 'em |
| Percocet roxies we stay on 'em |
| Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me |
| I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| All of these diamonds I copped |
| All of these watches I copped |
| All of these Bentleys we coppin' |
| All of these Ghosts and I copped it |
| All of the Phantoms I copped it |
| All of the cribs we’re coppin' |
| All of the bitches we copped it |
| All of these bitches we coppin' |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper |
| They know I don’t play about that paper, yeah |