Kodak Black - Paper Boy lyrics

[Intro] This a nice lil beat huh? I don't got no time for this though I left jail I'm a new man I'm in London got my beat from London [Chorus: Kodak Black] I done made so much money you can call me paper boy Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy Water 'round my neck they can call me a sailor boy But on the real I got money I done made so much money you can call me paper boy Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy But on the real I got money money money But on the real I got money money money [Verse 1: Kodak Black] I get paper, Frontpage of the newspaper boy I rock Gucci, on my salad I need some capers boy I used to be thuggin' i was running around 'til my mama told me calm down Whole Gang got 9s If they see you, you get blasted Sniper Gang, South Florida you know what's happening I got wings, timbs on my feet I ain't even capping Cuban Link 'round my neck cold like Alaska I just hopped up out the jet, b**h I'm the alpha Lil n***a in the streets acting a rascal I was like that too until I became a rapper I got myself some money and look what happened I was on bean when I got out n***a I felt like a bullet I shot out I'm only gettin' better b**h watch out Now I'm like Kyrie I ball out [Chorus: Kodak Black] I done made so much money you can call me paper boy Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy Water 'round my neck they can call me a sailor boy But on the real I got money I done made so much money you can call me paper boy Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy But on the real I got money money money But on the real I got money money money [Verse 2: Offset] Paper boy Custom chains dripping like Phelps (drip) Hot just like a sauna so the Ice around me melt (woo) Flooded out my wrist and I flooded my neck b**h I'm I'm from the north I ain't worried 'bout sh** (no) Me and Kodak on the block yeah know that Lil b**h on my dick better blow that (yuh) I just pulled at a show new Patek on my wrist Lame n***as with Rickys and Diamonds that pink Lil n***a I been moving bricks f** a lil b**h pa** her to the clique Just like D Rose 50 pointer on my wrist Came up from the mud and now a n***a rich (hey) Glock shoot like a star make a wish Fornite sh**, Whipping with pumps, b**h fully equipped Stay Hop out the roof in this b**h like it's lit Big dog n***a you can't tame me, just quit Walk around with toilet paper you can call me the sh** Mansion chain 'round my neck, on my windows see the tint [Chorus: Kodak Black] I done made so much money you can call me paper boy Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy Water 'round my neck they can call me a sailor boy But on the real I got money I done made so much money you can call me paper boy Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy But on the real I got money money money But on the real I got money money money