Paper Boy

B-E-I M-A-E-J-O-R (get familiar)

Straight to it I'm ballin'

Know I'm in the club when you see them dollars fallin'

Pass shorty off to my homie like Stockton

Caught her off the rebound like Rodman

I be hollerin' yeah

I'm that talk of moving traffic

Coupe is 6-speed, brake this here is automatic

Ca-Ca-Call me

R.I.P. My homie Status

I am macho man, Randy Savage

Come on shorty stop into it

Oops I mean back into it

Gon' head put yo back into it

You know how I like to do it

Gon' head baby work it

When I'm starin' at that from the back

T-T-That look perfect

Waitin' on that (aye) like a verdict

3 1 3 2 4 2 7 7 7 5

Hit me up I'm on the line

Oops I'm sorry, where was I-I

I be with pros KB that's that my folk

Trey Songz, that's my bro

C. May what's up wit' her though

Straight to the gwap

Straight straight to the money boy

Straight to the gwap

Straight straight to the money boy

They say that Bei Maejor's gettin' paper

Call me Paper Boy

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Unh, stackin' paper is my hobby

Big-headed in my own world, call me Bobby

Shinin' with these diamonds and this Polo on my body

Laughin' in V.I.P.

Yo girl right beside me

Game time, I'm hittin', I'm swishin'

I'm Jordan, you Pippen

You want me to miss

But I didn't

I'm swagged up

I'm too cool

You old school

I'm new school

I'm champagne

You be-beer

I'm Braveheart

You too scared nigga

Gettin' back to the money that's all I know

I think Bill Gates

Think I'm bout to f-ck it more

F-ck it look at this dough, woah

Look ma I made it

All my cars are graded

Grandma told me

"Boy I know one day you'll be the greatest"

Straight to the gwap

Straight straight to the money boy

Straight to the gwap

Straight straight to the money boy

They say that Bei Maejor's gettin' paper

Call me Paper Boy

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I'm shining like the lightning

I be balling like the thunder do

Synonym for pro'd up

Antonym for under you

The swagger is so wonderful

That it'll leave you wonderful

Like where you get them shoes?

Where you get them jewels at?

I know you feel me

But I feel like I'm untouchable

The arms on the shades are the tusks of a buffalo

I put them on my face and look just like a buffalo

It's camouflage when I'm hunting for the bucks y'know?

Either you're winning or losing

You're cashy or trashy

You're major or minor

There's no in between

You know I'm winnin'

And I'm cashy

And we major

Never minor

Let's go get this cream

Cash rules everything around me

Scratch that

Cash rooms everywhere around me

And Christ rules everything around me

It's such a blessing to be tithing more than you're accounting

Straight to the gwap

Straight straight to the money boy

Straight to the gwap

Straight straight to the money boy

They say that Bei Maejor's gettin' paper

Call me Paper Boy

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