Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper Scheme , by - Mean. Release date: 15.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paper Scheme |
| I crave for nicotine and cream |
| Sip lean on blue dream |
| Blazin' up on that grass |
| I’m ‘bout to spaz out |
| In these new jeans |
| Balenciaga on the label |
| Dirty Sprite right by the table |
| Steady writing fables |
| Polluting minds on open cables |
| Pull out that Glock |
| I’m aiming straight for the dough |
| Ain’t got no time for these haters |
| I put a knife to their throats |
| I’m ‘bout the cash and the clothes |
| Take out you trash and dispose |
| I’m bout the game and the glory |
| I bring the game to the thrones |
| [Pre-Hook: Mean) |
| I’m breaking bad with the meth |
| These alphanumerical flows |
| Take me to higher positions |
| In flight, i’m one with the soul |
| Drown me in liquor and gold |
| Faded we drink to the morn' |
| That darkness inside me |
| Is screaming right down |
| To the bone |
| [Hook: Mean) |
| I’m slowly stacking the paper |
| I’m steady counting the money |
| A flying fuck to the haters |
| Who don’t believe in my glory |
| I’m ‘bout the cream and the cars |
| All the clothes and the kicks |
| I want more to get by |
| For as long as I live |
| For the air I breathe |
| Thank god for the gift |
| Oh glory, glory, can’t you see? |
| [Verse 2: Mean) |
| That I ain’t lyin' |
| I’m bout that shine |
| So come pass me the liquor |
| Drown me deep to the nine |
| To outer space I done fly |
| Spit magical with the rhymes |
| Tactical flow with the style |
| None come close |
| When compared to mine |
| Come on board my flight wave |
| Haze tunes for your mind |
| Design to live on a daily |
| And that’s just how I get by |
| Luxury rap shit to front |
| When I can hardly get by |
| I’m sick of working my ass off |
| Striving so hard to survive |
| I work hard for the paper |
| I play hard fuck ‘em hater |
| [Verse 3: Faytes) |
| In and out of 'em towns |
| In and out of ‘em streets |
| When I come around |
| Don’t watch me |
| When I come around |
| Don’t speak |
| I been getting all of the pounds |
| So you know the carti ain’t cheap |
| I been out there with a white man |
| I been out there with a B |
| And I don’t smoke nothing but weed |
| I just sold B to get P |
| Took a trip down to Lot 3 |
| Swiped a few iPhones for free |
| Man i’m rolling round my ends |
| Rolling round with friends |
| I be in and out that TT |
| I be in and out that Benz |
| I be in and out that coupe |
| I be out there for that loot |
| CP Gang, money man |
| You should already know what I do |
| I can’t stay bummy like you |
| I get paid to do what I do |
| Truey and the Loubis man |
| What the fuck you know |
| About shoes? |
| Flow’s infectious, no anthrax |
| No tetris, I got grand stacked |
| I’m restless, I don’t sleep |
| I smoke weed and bang tracks |
| I got P’s and sip yack |
| Zone out and sit back |
| Her big ass on my lap |
| But she won’t see my cash |