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You ever seen what a real nigga look like? Sittin' in the Lamborghini lower than the black 'vette (black 'vette) With a pocket full of money lookin' for a honey Stuntin' and never trippin' on nothin' 'cause I got that (got that) Exquisite taste, chase paper, capers on my résumé And where I lay might get a little bit, lonely On the grind, so I be missin' the feelin' of a woman touchin' me and layin all up on me But I see you got the make-up and the tendencies A complete understandin' that a nigga gotta work (uh-huh) Even though she be havin' a attitude I tell her "You ain't gotta curse baby, I'mma buy the purse" (that's right) I feel like she a fly bitch (yup) The only one I wanna see in fly kicks (yup) And I want her to be mine so I spit her some game from a nigga guaranteed to die rich Like You can be my ride or die chick, I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl You so bad you so damn thick, and I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl I be on my shit (ay!) I be on my shit (ay!) I be on my shit! You so bad you so damn thick, and I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl Letras de canciones That's right, c'mon Gettin' money, oh Tell 'em Dra What, c'mon Go 'head and put it where you wanna put it (put it) And while you at it let me get some footage (footage) And it ain't no need for you askin me could it 'Cause when we get in our mode I'ma show you how good it Gets, because I be on my shit (yeah) And I be doin my thang (yeah) nobody better than this (no) Come if you ready to hang (yeah) you wanna be with the Twist? (what?) Would you be with it if I wanna travel and take you into the abyss? (huh?) Give me the word and I'mma cuff (c'mon) 'Cause I be feelin' like we've both been waitin' long enough You got that loud pack pussy other bitches huff Deep inside sweet and sexy but you act tough That's what I need on my team (what) Somebody gettin' it that I can fuck and spoil with some fly shit And I really feel like she can be my sidekick (yeah) My gettin' high chick (yeah) my ride or die chick (what) Let's go You can be my ride or die chick, I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl You so bad you so damn thick, and I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl I be on my shit (ay!) I be on my shit (ay!) I be on my shit! You so bad you so damn thick, and I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl For real, that's right Oh I know you can tell by the 30's that I'm sittin' on Take a whiff of this shit, this Dolce Mix it up with the purp', it's okay Later on I'm free to lay, lay Lay anywhere you want Just say the word and I swear that it's gon' be on I be on my jungle shit, baby no lie Freak you like an animal from the backside Got the bomb shit, shawty that'll change your life Feels so damn good I'mma make you cry Oh, hold up, wait a minute Seizin up, and I'm in it Now pull it out, I'mma finish Oh yeah You can be my ride or die chick, I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl You so bad you so damn thick, and I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl I be on my shit (ay!) I be on my shit (ay!) I be on my shit! You so bad you so damn thick, and I be on my shit I be gettin' paper, paper, girl From Letras Mania