Babyface Ray - Paperwork Party (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] (Trapboy3k) Yeah, yeah Still be sippin' this sh*t when it's foreign cars and sh*t, ayy (313 Mafia) [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Paperwork party (I'm good on the paperwork ni**a) Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Paperwork party (Paperwork party) Paperwork party (Paperwork party) [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] I'm good on the paperwork (I'm good) Wake up out a lean coma, go straight to work (There) ni**a, crack the seal for me, let me taste it first (Let me taste it) ni**a, blow that sh*t, I never seen a money truck chase a hearse (On my life) sh*t fu*ked up for him, he'll snatch a purse I was just talkin' to the broker, tryna snatch a vert (I was tryin) Cuz told me stop rappin', but the rappin' work He was tryna put me on game how the vacuum work (I get it) I don't wanna party (Uh-uh) That paper forever on my mind, I'm retarded (Forever) I ain't have no clue it would be this when it started (Mhm) The price of a blue raise up when you froze it (Facts) ni**a need to drip water, went and got my piece watered, I be on it sleepwalkin' So many blues on me, I feel like C-walking (Look like) When Siri give directions, I imagine Reek talkin' ni**a, I'm tryna keep ballin' Dog-walk b*tches, I should put a leash on 'em (b*tches) I ain't need liquor, put a half a P on her (b*tch) No limit to this sh*t, I'm like Master P on 'em (Uh) fu*k them Diors, lil' pass a G for 'em (fu*k it) Ain't none of this my plan, what you mad at me for? (Uh-uh) Super smacked, shootin' there and shootin' back I need a mansion in the hills, coupe to match (The coupe) [Chorus: Babyface Ray & Jack Harlow] Paperwork party (Paperwork party, Paperwork party) Paperwork party [Verse 2: Jack Harlow] I got a b*tch that’s doin' SBA scams b*tches gettin' hacked and now they postin' Ray-Bans Shows got banned but I still made bands In the Deep South, clubs open, shaking hands Baby work it out buss it open make it dance Looking through my DMs its a lot of naked fans Asking me to link begging me to take a chance I don't hit em back but I gotta take a glance Ferragamo shoes, Prada made the pants Imma take a jet spend a holiday in France She know I can touch it with the operation hands That’s real steady Took her to the spot, lil mani, lil pedi Got a good heart but she just a lil petty Neck pains cause the chain hangin' real heavy Use to walk to krogers for a box of lil debbies Smokin' on CBD she thought it was reggie (It's good tho) [Chorus: Babyface Ray] Paperwork party (I'm good on the paperwork ni**a) Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah yeah) [Verse 3: Babyface Ray] ni**a think the feds on him Got locked, he ain't even have no bail money Pick my daughter up from school, she say I smell funny Dirty Sprite, exotics, and Chanel on me Ayy, playin' in that field, it get real for you They ain't up a pint, let's get real muddy You don't need a deal, just some pill junkies Don't leave him with too much, he'll steal from you Yeah, my raps real, you cap still, need an act deal Dropped a pint, broke the glass just like Shaq did What you got? Where your racks? What your stats is? (I love you Trapboy)