Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play Bout My Paper, artist - Future.
Date of issue: 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 |