Paper Calling

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Yungrel] (Ice, ice) A wise man said "be careful what you ask for, you just might get it" (DJ Yungrel what it do?) My nigga Tony took so many risks for this shit Yeah, that's just what come with being a young boss (Major out here, fuck nigga) Shit I gotta' have like three phones now Money just keep calling niggas (This is big business) I'ma let Tony explain though We gon' do it like this (We major) Talk to em' [Chorus] I stop whatever I'm doing to get to that money, I'm sorry lil' baby the paper is calling me I got them dead-presidents stalking me, I gotta' get on, get that devil off of me You ain't talking cash that's where you lost me I paid a fee so I livе like a boss Play your position, not everyonе talk If you the coach you gon' still get to ball I played the bench with my back on the wall I bring out the championship for my dogs I ride for my niggas, don't care if they wrong We gon' get to it, you with it or don't When she with me she tell me she won't My partner got with me he whipping that bowl Cut checks like Chicago, I'm still in my glow I'm in love with them M's but I play with them O's [Verse] We trap out the hood, that's where nobody goes Said they get money but nobody knows I can't do housework I don't know how to fold If it's about hundreds you know what I'm on I can't go a day without twerking my phone They play defence but I'm working my zone She love me, then she let me work out her home She love me then she let me work out the house If I'm on the road it's a K in the couch I could make the trap jump but the check don't bounce Hurricane Tony make it rain in the south Make a couple plays then I play in her mouth Make a couple plays then I play [Chorus] I stop whatever I'm doing to get to that money, I'm sorry lil' baby the paper is calling me I got them dead-presidents stalking me, I gotta' get on, get that devil off of me You ain't talking cash that's where you lost me I paid a fee so I live like a boss Play your position, not everyone talk If you the coach you gon' still get to ball I played the bench with my back on the wall I bring out the championship for my dogs I ride for my niggas, don't care if they wrong We gon' get to it, you with it or don't When she with me she tell me she won't My partner got with me he whipping that bowl Cut checks like Chicago, I'm still in my glow I'm in love with them M's but I play with them O's [Outro] (Yeah, yall know what the fuck popping man, it's 21 Savage, DJ Yungrel wake these pussy niggas up man, 21) (Hoodrich)