Album Name

Mo Paper

Artist

Rich The Kid

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.10.26

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Mo Paper (Feat. YG) - Rich The Kid
Yeah you know what I'm sayin'
Can't never switch huh
Ooh ayy any huh

You ain't a boss
you can't touch her
I might just paint the
Bentley mustard
I got rich
that's on my mother
Say she love you
still can't trust her
Cut the pork drop the top
then I Speed Race it
But my frames they Dior
I can't see baby
Why your boyfriend a lame
I got mo' paper
Bring the money out now
I got mo' haters
Where my stash box
Bring the racks out
Watch your bad bop
Bad
I blew that cash out
Cash what
Yah ayy ran my money up
Now I got mo' haters
I got mo' papers
Bitches wanna fuck
'cause I got mo' papers
Now I Speed Race
I want more face
My bitch bake the cake
I might slide the Wraith
Hermes links check the slink
Chanel when she blink
she want that 'Rari pink
Skrrt skrrt
You ain't a boss
you can't touch her
I might just paint
the Bentley mustard
I got rich that's on my mother
Say she love you
still can't trust her
Cut the pork drop the top
then I Speed Race it
But my frames they Dior
I can't see baby
Why your boyfriend a lame
I got mo' paper
Bring the money out now
I got mo' haters
I need the bag
fast fast fast fast
Fast
Pulled up Lambo
niggas mad mad mad mad
Niggas mad
Saint Laurent hard bottoms
splash splash splash
Splash
You might slip on a drip
you might need the cash
I painted my 6-4 red
a lot of my homies dead
Some of my homies Blue
a lot of my homies Red
On Bloods I need that head
I'm tryin' to feel it in my legs
I'm trying to spend a little bread
fuck it up at Sakks yeah
All my bitches drive Benz
I'll put you in a Benz
All my hoes conniving
they finesse them M's
Rich nigga slide in
oh yeah yeah she did
Before you fuck me
give that pussy a cleanse yeah
You ain't a boss
you can't touch her
I might just paint
the Bentley mustard
I got rich
that's on my mother
Say she love you
still can't trust her
Cut the pork drop the top
then I Speed Race it
But my frames they Dior
I can't see baby
Why your boyfriend a lame
I got mo' paper
Bring the money out now
I got mo' haters