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[Bridge]What'cha paper like? What'cha paper like? What'cha paper like?I can show you what my paper like.Money first, face cars, out come the chicks of they panties and bras. Come on, I said come on.[Pusha T]I do this for my go gettersTo my O flippersAll my rose Mo' sippersTell the Feds to take mo picturesI smile for the cameraMy niggas hold keys like janitorsThrow D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela?sSpend the hold day tryin' to take all my staminaNever that still got more for TameraFuture sex game no amateur I cum clean J Rule damage the sceneThe coupe got a mind of its own like ChristineMurderin' the blockHalf past grindin' motherfucker be the time on the watchWhat you wanna do wit meKing Carter flow untouchable if you don't believe then homie you sniff meThe scent still trapped in my clothes and I just came from over the stoveSo what you wanna spend?Letras de canciones[Chorus]What you paper bout, throw them G's upShow ur watch off, roll ur sleeve upNew plates on it, hold them keys upWe buy the bar out, baby drink upThis the lime light, it's the car showShe wanna joy ride, see how fast the car goHot summer days, long Vegas nightsWe bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.[Malice]R-E-U-P G-A-N-G Word on the street girlfriend he stingyYeah rare like a Da VinciColumns to the ceiling I'm dreamin' somebody pinch meMy presence is an event the party don't start until they let us inThat's right ladies and gents coke money turn rap money give it an rinseNext come the spin cycle the rims on that Benz get more spin than MichaelI leave them hoes with an eye-fulMalice be the truth like the bi-bleTo the red bottom solesAll they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowlMad dragon I got the glowI'm covered in waste I got to go.[Chorus]Money first, face cars, out come the chicks of they panties and bras. Come on, I said come on[Pusha T]I 3D it, if I say it, you can see itNo red and blue lenses neededThe red white and blues in the chains make you pledge allegianceThese 16's is undefeated now crown meIt's the almighty duoYou know critically acclaimed movin' weight like a sumoOn my ditty bop play clothes knitted topClipse 3, tight until the casket drop.[Malice] And the boy got swaggerHop in the rolling stone, I'm Mick JaggerDon't wanna pick up the chrome, but might have toAnyone think they gonna dethrone the rapperNext chapter us out in VegasBreaking the bank just like we ball playersAnd we all up in the majorsPushin' rap to a fault, San Andreas.[Chorus: x2] From Letras Mania