P.R.L - Paper lyrics

[Intro] Paper... [Chorus] My n***as out here they eating everyday Eating so that my family can have a way I spray the k if you get all in the way of My paper paper... [Verse 1:T.O.A] This paper yeah I gotta get it y'all know I can't get enough Never been to milwakue but always had them f**ing bucks You acting tough you getting slushed my n***as be quick to bus' It's a cold world I'm the type n***a to heat it up Blow so many checks f** my ex b**h look at my neck n***as think they ballin but they out here catching rec Acing any n***a that call himself giving me a test b**h I'm the best f** who up next get money to I'm put to rest Acting foul you catch the tec but I am not a f**ing ref Pop up at ya home address cause you the type who trying to flex Then I send yo b**h a text then she come through and give me neck And then you know what had happened next... I said Pop up at ya home address cause you the type who trying to flex Then I send yo b**h a text then she come through and give me neck And then you know what had happened next that's why she ain't come home man And you know where she was at, at Toast crib cooling man [Chorus] [Verse 2:Reese Money] It's Reese Money stack money boy it's nothing new Trying to touch my stack get it hit with the mack catch bout thirty two My old forty five had the block jumping like Jordan too Pull em' to the scene blue cheese and the black jeans Hella lean I think my Kobe's on my feet Yo b**h keep texting me she stay all up on my meat Damn, in the street with my squad yeah it's me Big SD Toastman hella heat late night trying to creep My shooters sending shots all at ya jeep Damn, y'all little boys better not play with me I ain't no game this ain't monolopy Yo b**h with me she gone be topping me You know I got that work it's all on me Whipping my wrist to it fall off of me Baby nine on me so n***as better think cautiously [Chorus]