Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mo Paper , by - Rich The Kid. Release date: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mo Paper |
| Yeah, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Can’t never switch, huh |
| Ooh, ayy, any, huh |
| You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her |
| I might just paint the Bentley mustard |
| I got rich, that’s on my mother |
| Say she love you, still can’t trust her |
| Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it |
| But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby |
| Why your boyfriend a lame? |
| I got mo' paper |
| Bring the money out now, I got mo' haters |
| Where my stash box? |
| Bring the racks out |
| Watch your bad bop (Bad) |
| I blew that cash out (Cash, what) |
| Yah, ayy, ran my money up |
| Now I got mo' haters (I got mo' papers) |
| Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I got mo' papers |
| Now I Speed Race, I want more face |
| My bitch bake the cake, I might slide the Wraith |
| Hermès links, check the slink |
| Chanel when she blink, she want that 'Rari pink (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her |
| I might just paint the Bentley mustard |
| I got rich, that’s on my mother |
| Say she love you, still can’t trust her |
| Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it |
| But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby |
| Why your boyfriend a lame? |
| I got mo' paper |
| Bring the money out now, I got mo' haters |
| I need the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (Fast) |
| Pulled up, Lambo, niggas mad, mad, mad, mad (Niggas mad) |
| Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash (Splash) |
| You might slip on a drip, you might need the cash |
| I painted my 6−4 red, a lot of my homies dead |
| Some of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red |
| On Bloods, I need that head, I’m tryin' to feel it in my legs |
| I’m trying to spend a little bread, fuck it up at Sakks, yeah |
| All my bitches drive Benz, I’ll put you in a Benz |
| All my hoes conniving, they finesse them M’s |
| Rich nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did |
| Before you fuck me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah |
| You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her |
| I might just paint the Bentley mustard |
| I got rich, that’s on my mother |
| Say she love you, still can’t trust her |
| Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it |
| But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby |
| Why your boyfriend a lame? |
| I got mo' paper |
| Bring the money out now, I got mo' haters |