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[Intro] Paper Route Business Yeah It's Dolph (Zaytoven) Hah [Chorus] Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (Yeah) Some of my partners claim red, some blue (Uh-huh) Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (Ayy, ayy) Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue (Woo) Red, white, and motherfuckin' blue (Yeah) Got red bitches, white bitches, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?) And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to And my traphouse do whatever I make it do (Yeah) [Verse 1] All about his paper (Ayy) Hit the trap with them flavors Them old folks be lookin' hard You gotta watch for them neighbors (Watch out) Got a smoker 'cross the street, he stealin' lights and cables (For real) But I never judge him, though, 'cause everybody not able Drop a four in a Faygo Remember all them days we had to eat hot dogs and potatoes Ain't no love in these streets, man (Nah) Come take a walk in these Givenchys on my feet, man (Yeah) You ever been so hungry, you couldn't go to sleep, man? (Yeah) [Chorus] Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (Yeah) Some of my partners claim red, some blue (Uh-huh) Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (Ayy, ayy) Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue (Woo) Red, white, and motherfuckin' blue (Yeah) Got red bitches, white bitches, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?) And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to And my traphouse do whatever I make it do (Yeah) [Verse 2] Got red bitches (Ayy), white bitches (Yeah), all type of bitches (It's nothin') When they at work, I send that bomb to they crib (Woo) I don't even wanna fuck, I just keep it cool (Yeah) I just might pay her rent and buy that bitch a car too (Yeah) She'll never know the reason why she got all that out the blue (Yeah) You say you know a nigga flyer than me, I'm like, "Who?" (Where he at?) That nigga better fall out the sky in a parachute (Hah) They tryna take Bill Cosby down, what the world comin' to? (It's fucked up, man) [Chorus] Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (Yeah) Some of my partners claim red, some blue (Uh-huh) Red, white and motherfuckin' blue (Ayy, ayy) Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue (Woo) Red, white, and motherfuckin' blue (Yeah) Got red bitches, white bitches, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?) And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to And my traphouse do whatever I make it do (Yeah)