Bridge}
Whatcha paper like? Whatcha paper like? Whatcha paper like?
I can show you what my paper like.
Money first, face cars, out come the chicks of they panties and bras. Come on. I said Come on.
{Pusha T} Verse 1
I do this for my go getters/ To my O flippers/All my rose Mo' sippers/ Tell the Feds to take mo pictures/ I smile for the camera/ My n***** hold keys like janitors/ Throw D's on that b****, bought her t*** like Pamela's/ Spend the hold day tryin' to take all my stamina/ Never that still got more for Tamera/ Future s**(?) scene no amateur I c** clean/ J rue(?) damage the scene/ The coupe got a mind of its own like Christine/ Murderin' the block/ Half past grindin' m*********** be the time on the watch/ What you wanna do wit me?/ King(?) called flow untouchable if you don't believe then homie you sniff me/ The scent still trapped in my clothes and I just came from over the stove/ So what you wanna spend?
{Chorus}
What you paper bout'/ Throw them G's up/ Show ur watch off/ Roll ur sleeve up/ New plates on it/ Hold them keys up/ We buy the bar out/ Baby drink up/ This the lime light/ It's the car show/ She wanna joy ride/ See how fast the car go/ Hot summer days/ Long Vegas nights/ We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.
{Malice} Verse 2
R_E_U_P G_A_N_G/ Word on the street girlfriend he stingy/ Yeah rare like a Da Vinci/ Columns to the ceiling I'm dreamin' somebody pinch me/ My presence is an event the party don't start until they let us in/ That's right ladies and gents c**e money turn rap money give it an rinse/ Next come the spin cycle the rims on that Benz get more spin than Michael/ I leave them hoes wit an eye-ful/ Malice be the truth like the bi-ble/ To the red bottom soles/ All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl/ Mad dragon I got the glow/ I'm covered in waste I got to go.
{Chorus and Bridge}
What you paper bout'/ Throw them G's up/ Show ur watch off/ Roll ur sleeve up/ New plates on it/ Hold them keys up/ We buy the bar out/ Baby drink up/ This the lime light/ It's the car show/ She wanna joy ride/ See how fast the car go/ Hot summer days/ Long Vegas nights/ We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.
Money first, face cars, out come the chicks of they panties and bras. Come on. I said Come on.
{Pusha T and Malice} Verse 3
Pusha T: I 3D it, if I say it, you can see it/ No red and blue lenses needed/ The red white and blues in the chains make you pledge allegiance/ These 16's is undefeated now crown me/ It's the almighty duo/ You know critically acclaimed movin' weight like a sumo/ On my ditty bop play clothes knitted top/ Clipse 3, tight until the casket drop.
Malice: And the boy got swagger/ Hop in the rolling stone, I'm Mick Jagger / Don't wanna pick up the chrome, but might have to/ Anyone think they gonna dethrone the rapper/ Next chapter us out in Vegas/ Breaking the bank just like we ball playas/ And we all up in the majors/ Pushin' rap to a fault, San Andreas.
{Chorus x2 }
What you paper bout'/ Throw them G's up/ Show ur watch off/ Roll ur sleeve up/ New plates on it/ Hold them keys up/ We buy the bar out/ Baby drink up/ This the lime light/ It's the car show/ She wanna joy ride/ See how fast the car go/ Hot summer days/ Long Vegas nights/ We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.
Whatcha paper like? Whatcha paper like? Whatcha paper like?
I can show you what my paper like.
Money first, face cars, out come the chicks of they panties and bras. Come on. I said Come on.
{Pusha T} Verse 1
I do this for my go getters/ To my O flippers/All my rose Mo' sippers/ Tell the Feds to take mo pictures/ I smile for the camera/ My n***** hold keys like janitors/ Throw D's on that b****, bought her t*** like Pamela's/ Spend the hold day tryin' to take all my stamina/ Never that still got more for Tamera/ Future s**(?) scene no amateur I c** clean/ J rue(?) damage the scene/ The coupe got a mind of its own like Christine/ Murderin' the block/ Half past grindin' m*********** be the time on the watch/ What you wanna do wit me?/ King(?) called flow untouchable if you don't believe then homie you sniff me/ The scent still trapped in my clothes and I just came from over the stove/ So what you wanna spend?
{Chorus}
What you paper bout'/ Throw them G's up/ Show ur watch off/ Roll ur sleeve up/ New plates on it/ Hold them keys up/ We buy the bar out/ Baby drink up/ This the lime light/ It's the car show/ She wanna joy ride/ See how fast the car go/ Hot summer days/ Long Vegas nights/ We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.
{Malice} Verse 2
R_E_U_P G_A_N_G/ Word on the street girlfriend he stingy/ Yeah rare like a Da Vinci/ Columns to the ceiling I'm dreamin' somebody pinch me/ My presence is an event the party don't start until they let us in/ That's right ladies and gents c**e money turn rap money give it an rinse/ Next come the spin cycle the rims on that Benz get more spin than Michael/ I leave them hoes wit an eye-ful/ Malice be the truth like the bi-ble/ To the red bottom soles/ All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl/ Mad dragon I got the glow/ I'm covered in waste I got to go.
{Chorus and Bridge}
What you paper bout'/ Throw them G's up/ Show ur watch off/ Roll ur sleeve up/ New plates on it/ Hold them keys up/ We buy the bar out/ Baby drink up/ This the lime light/ It's the car show/ She wanna joy ride/ See how fast the car go/ Hot summer days/ Long Vegas nights/ We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.
Money first, face cars, out come the chicks of they panties and bras. Come on. I said Come on.
{Pusha T and Malice} Verse 3
Pusha T: I 3D it, if I say it, you can see it/ No red and blue lenses needed/ The red white and blues in the chains make you pledge allegiance/ These 16's is undefeated now crown me/ It's the almighty duo/ You know critically acclaimed movin' weight like a sumo/ On my ditty bop play clothes knitted top/ Clipse 3, tight until the casket drop.
Malice: And the boy got swagger/ Hop in the rolling stone, I'm Mick Jagger / Don't wanna pick up the chrome, but might have to/ Anyone think they gonna dethrone the rapper/ Next chapter us out in Vegas/ Breaking the bank just like we ball playas/ And we all up in the majors/ Pushin' rap to a fault, San Andreas.
{Chorus x2 }
What you paper bout'/ Throw them G's up/ Show ur watch off/ Roll ur sleeve up/ New plates on it/ Hold them keys up/ We buy the bar out/ Baby drink up/ This the lime light/ It's the car show/ She wanna joy ride/ See how fast the car go/ Hot summer days/ Long Vegas nights/ We bet it all, baby welcome to the fast life.