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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 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 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, bitch I'm the alpha Lil nigga 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 Letras de cancionesI was on bean when I got out Nigga I felt like a bullet I shot out I'm only gettin' better bitch watch out Now I'm like Kyrie I ball out 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 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 Bitch I'm I'm from the north I ain't worried 'bout shit (no) Me and Kodak on the block yeah know that Lil Bitch on my dick better blow that (yuh) I just pulled at a show new Patek on my wrist Lame niggas with Rickys and Diamonds that pink Lil nigga I been moving bricks Fuck a lil bitch pass her to the clique Just like D Rose 50 pointer on my wrist Came up from the mud and now a nigga rich (hey) Glock shoot like a star make a wish Fornite shit, Whipping with pumps, bitch fully equipped Stay Hop out the roof in this bitch like it's lit Big dog nigga you can't tame me, just quit Walk around with toilet paper you can call me the shit Mansion chain 'round my neck, on my windows see the tint 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 From Letras Mania