Bout My Paper

Lyrics

[Intro: Z & Miami OG] I'm 'bout my paper you should already know, you know It's all about the pa-a-per I'm 'bout my paper you should already know, you know I'm 'bout my paper you should already know, you know It's all about the pa-a-per Yeah [Chorus: Z & Miami OG] It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke Yeah And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough Yeah [Verse 1: Z] Now you're talking about my paper I ain't trynna hold the conversation I ain't got the spare time to be wasting You really are fucking with my patience Already have wasted a half a hour Crease up my Dickeys and taking a shower Got twenty-four in a day of work and with eight till we're after hours Go back routes, get stuck to And the twenty sacks get stuffed cool Still be there for the bucks move My paper grinds with a mug too I flip these flows I suppose that I'mma pop then go Give me the microphone and who knows I might just make your foe You got me grinding gritty Place my cheese up with the fitty's I've got more money, watch your tone We making it bounce like titties Then you gotta think about the swisher Put it up, put it to my mouth Even if I start speaking and rapping Giving the paper action [Chorus: Z & Miami OG] It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke Yeah And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough Yeah [Bridge: Miami OG] It's all about the paper you should already know Blowing on that bomb ass dro Hitting switches and then blow Hustling twenties and dimes Always on the grind In the West Coast [Verse 2: Z] I'm blowing dodo when I ride by Four deep a bucket Trynna count my change and flip these things Blow clouds when I'm puffing But any way I hit the block with a half of O I'm flipping something Seeds is laced, I keep my pace at two per hour, y'all know nothing Stay in the booth with the flaming truth I keep my CDs thumping I mean I'm sick, just ask yo bitch, I bet she heard me bumping I'm back and forth, I'm watching tone from Cali swishing stuffing You catch me twisted dawg Cause most the time I'm 40 hugging Back and forth ain't a dub, ain't flip my vocab Spitting like no other But y'all can't catch me, that's my hustle You better hope I stutter I'm 'bout my paper, y'all ain't gon' change that I need cash Then y'all can't fuck with me, I'm savage dawg I mean that [Chorus: Z & Miami OG] It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke Yeah And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough Yeah [Verse 3: Z] I deal with whatever I get like twins popping Ain't gon' stop til' my money hopping I give 'em one choice, give me the fetty Ain't no other option We can do whatever to get my scraps chirped out for anything Got seventeen tracks on this CD at least sixteen gon' bang I let my tail swing back and forth, back and hold Why you mad, get holding Give me the fetty so I can back my flow At the schoolyard, as seventeen with sacks of weed Distributing up in the bathroom, trynna dodge police I'd do whatever to get my crease up and it would look like a train coming I'm 'bout my fetty, G But when y'all busy fingerfuck I see my face stained with nothing to be happy about like homie Boogs said But you might see a little grin every time I touch my bread Look I ain't happy til' my stomach full and my family fed So you better bring out the sap before you're getting bled I'm 'bout my paper and the swishers with the pouring vapor Don't get me twitted, y'all can split it while I get this paper [Chorus: Z & Miami OG] It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke Yeah And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough It's all about the paper (I'm 'bout my paper you should already know) Let's get this cash flow It's all about mo-o-ney Until we're out on the floor, up and down the dance floor It's all about the skriller I got them swishers over, dealing with dro We're blowing bomb smoke And with the fans after the show, let's get some more dough Yeah