Telly Savalas Paper Lyrics


Paper by Telly Savalas

As I look around the room all I see is haters
Why you hating on me? Bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
As I look around the room all I see is haters
Why you hating on me? Bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Make a favor to my haters

I don't know why the worry about me, bitch, go get this paper
'Cause if it ain't about cash then I'll fuck with you later
All my prices going up, I call it elevator
We in the strip club, me and aviator
We in the strip club, me and aviator
We in the strip club, me and aviator
I got bullets for you, haters, call my clique the takers
I'll rob you of your cash to spend it all on shakers
Got a money making bitch that look just like a Haitian, nigga
'Cause I don't fuck with white, she think that I'm racist
I just take a couple stacks and throw it in they faces
So when I commit the crime I can beat the cases
All my niggas on that good like we some Jamaicans
Paper trails in the hood, peep my situation
I got racks on racks on racks, yeah, my team been kicking, nigga
Say he got that bread but I don't see what you making
Man, I heard you busting heads, quit with all the faking
Niggas say they want me dead, tell 'em I be waiting

As I look around the room all I see is haters
Why you hating on me? Bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
As I look around the room all I see is haters
Why you hating on me? Bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Make a favor to my haters

Sitting in my house, plan with a money machine
45 extender, I got one with a beam
Your pussies get popped, virgins or not
I'm in my jump ass bitch, you know I'm planning to rock
Them hatters is caught, I'm sipping on lean
My pockets so fat they starting to burst out the scene
Young bubble bath man, I like strippers and poles
I'm busting out on their face, it shot some cum up her nose
I just bought a fucking hundred grand now
She want a rich nigga, this ain't what I'm mad about
It's money hustler, nigga, in the club we stand out
It's 'bout the time them dope boys pull them bands out
Real nigga stash, fuck a hater, bitch
On my dick, you should go get you some paper, bitch
Michael Cross, Christian Dior, Mark Jacobs rich
Tell the surviving team balling like the Lakers, bitch

As I look around the room all I see is haters
Why you hating on me? Bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
As I look around the room all I see is haters
Why you hating on me? Bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Bitch, go get some paper, bitch, go get some paper
Make a favor to my haters

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