Lyrics Love With the Paper - Troy Ave

Love With the Paper

Hook x2
Girl I don’t love you
I’m in love with the paper
If I ain’t ha e this money
Would you still see me later
If Ian have good taste
Would I still be ya flavor
For as long as I’m balling
Ima still be a player
If I wasn’t a nigga that’s worth a couple mill
Would yo ass be on deck and try to fuck me still
If Ian drive all these foreigns from sedans to drops
Would u sit in the hoopty and give ya boy some drop
Would you talk to me nice or be nasty and bold
If Ian have all these diamonds on my platinum and gold
Would you call me all day
Or just call me dub
If I could not make it rain or pop bottles in clubs
To real women materials don’t mean nothing Mo
To fake bitches
I fuk em and get another hoe
I be knowing wsup
It’s historical
And we all know the answers cause they rhetorical
Hook x2
Girl I don’t love you
I’m in love with the paper
If I ain’t ha e this money
Would you still see me later
If Ian have good taste
Would I still be ya flavor
For as long as I’m balling
Ima still be a player
If I was low on my funds
Would U call me a bum
If Ian have balenci’s
Or a fresh pair of ones
If Ian drop no more albums and decided to quit
Would u call me a wonder
Or still be on my dick
If we couldn’t do tao or scarpettas
For dinner
Would u cook me a meal
Or date another n*gga
If u couldn’t take pictures
Cause I took u on trips
Would u chill in the hood
Or would u out and split
To real women materials don’t mean nothing Mo
To fake bitches
I fuk em and get another hoe
I be knowing wsup
It’s historical
And we all know the answers cause they rhetorical
Hook x2
Girl I don’t love you
I’m in love with the paper
If I ain’t ha e this money
Would you still see me later
If Ian have good taste
Would I still be ya flavor
For as long as I’m balling
Ima still be a player