Paper - Nines, PDubbz

Kept my mind on my dough

Other rappers were dying to blow

I was flying that crow

No time for a show

Ice city all them other niggas moist

Had revolver barrels spinning like them judges on The Voice

I just put a classic out every summer then its back to doing numbers

All i do is give packages to runners (Huh!)

But all these niggas hating I don’t feel the love

I’ll punch my nigga in the face for tryna steal the plug

I need every penny so I scrape the pyrex

My nigga ask me how I’d feel if he dating my ex

Told him no stress if he’s linking my old boo

I swear there ain’t a vest my ting couldn’t go through

Few sales on the strip 100 niggas grinding

20K on my wrist and none of its from rhyming

In a bud drought had them feens high on B

And I don’t need no one cos i rely on me its nines

No time for these hoes cos I’m tryna get this (Paper)

Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper)

And I ain’t writing bars all I think about is (Paper)

Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)

We ain’t your average dreamers

The Rap Game’s messy it’s time we clean up

Because in Mans city who’s winning my team yes

Always coming with realness

Up on the 7th floor two room view where I blow out my reefer

Listening to Jah cure blaze out the speaker

Eyes low frass of the weed cah

Mitch got me that loud out in benalmadena

They don’t know what I do to these beats star

For a nice price I’m a hell of a feature

See this track here ill turner to tina

Now I gets mic watch me fuck it up

I seen them toppa tops lick off couple shots

Any man there talk get shot a box

Can’t do dirt with no chatterbox

Rapping back when girls were playing double dutch

Before we knew how to reverse or even double clutch

No time for these hoes cos I’m tryna get this (Paper)

Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper)

And I ain’t writing bars all I think about is (Paper)

Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)