[Chorus]
Papers rolled up, you know I’m movin’ slow
Your girl showed up, I made that b**h my hoe
Straight up I hop on this sh** and I hit it good just like your b**h
Now she want to rock to my sh**
Now she all up on my dick
Now she all doing the splits
Now she all looking all bad
Love how she smoking a spliff
Love how her man getting mad but you know he won’t say sh**
[Verse 1]
Cause you can’t f** with my clique aye
Might put your punka** in a ditch aye
This what it’s like to be rich
Told you I’m ballin like knicks
Ballin like Smith
Ballin like flame-on I touch it it’s lit
Ballin my J’s on like J ’96
Got pot in the Custom so we takin rips
[Chorus]
Papers rolled up, you know I’m movin’ slow
Your girl showed up, I made that b**h my hoe
Straight up I hop on this sh** and I hit it good just like your b**h
Now she want to rock to my sh**
Now she all up on my dick
Now she all doing the splits
Yeah