Lyrics Paper - Nines, PDubbz

Paper

Kept my mind on my dough
Other rappers were dying to blow
I was flying that crow
No time for a show
Ice city all them other niggas moist
Had revolver barrels spinning like them judges on The Voice
I just put a classic out every summer then its back to doing numbers
All i do is give packages to runners (Huh!)
But all these niggas hating I don’t feel the love
I’ll punch my nigga in the face for tryna steal the plug
I need every penny so I scrape the pyrex
My nigga ask me how I’d feel if he dating my ex
Told him no stress if he’s linking my old boo
I swear there ain’t a vest my ting couldn’t go through
Few sales on the strip 100 niggas grinding
20K on my wrist and none of its from rhyming
In a bud drought had them feens high on B
And I don’t need no one cos i rely on me its nines
No time for these hoes cos I’m tryna get this (Paper)
Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper)
And I ain’t writing bars all I think about is (Paper)
Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)
We ain’t your average dreamers
The Rap Game’s messy it’s time we clean up
Because in Mans city who’s winning my team yes
Always coming with realness
Up on the 7th floor two room view where I blow out my reefer
Listening to Jah cure blaze out the speaker
Eyes low frass of the weed cah
Mitch got me that loud out in benalmadena
They don’t know what I do to these beats star
For a nice price I’m a hell of a feature
See this track here ill turner to tina
Now I gets mic watch me fuck it up
I seen them toppa tops lick off couple shots
Any man there talk get shot a box
Can’t do dirt with no chatterbox
Rapping back when girls were playing double dutch
Before we knew how to reverse or even double clutch
No time for these hoes cos I’m tryna get this (Paper)
Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper)
And I ain’t writing bars all I think about is (Paper)
Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)