'Dis Paper

[Talking: I-20]

A nigga gotta smoke to this shit

Oh that nigga just don't muthafuckin smoke

[Hook 1: samples "Get Big by Dorrough"]

Playin' playin' playin' playin'

Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumps (yeah)

Playin-playin' with this paper like I'm playin' in the dumps (yeah)

Watch-watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster (yeah)

Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumpster (yeah)

[Hook 2:]

Watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster

Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in a dumps-

Watch-watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster

Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumpster

Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumps

Playin-playin' with this paper like I'm playin' in the dumps

Watch-watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster

Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumpster

[Verse 1: I-20]

Playin' with dis paper and these hoes thank I'm the shit

Bod evolve paint job, nigga 7-10 split

And she look so super thick, hoping that I'll super trick

Cocaine, white Benz make a nigga shit bricks

In my hood they hitting licks, try'na come up off a flip

So if you can't shoot the jumper, then you better learn to whip

Niggas better watch they lip, fore I empty out a clip

Ole potato on a barrel so them niggas need a dip

Man this industry a trip, I consider this a gift

Bobby got a bunch of work; he ain't even got a shift

He ain't even got a fifth, he ain't even got a half

Do I got it for the low? Ye ain't even gotta ask

Run up in a nigga spot, I ain't even got a mask

Let my shooter do the murkin', I ain't even gotta blast

Man I need alot of cash, man I'm all about my change

If you playin' with dis paper why you niggas playin' games?

Yeah

[Hook 2]

[Verse 2:]

OG super Kush, yeah we bussin' out a zip

We just pulled up at the club, now we heading to the VIP

Order bottles of that Conjure, right there off the rip

Shit we finna make a movie nigga this is just a clip

Tell a friend or tell a bitch, matta fact tell some mo

This your ticket to the life baby we about to board

They ain't fuckin' with the boy, they don't recognize a pimp

Got gorillas in the squad, nigga you are just a chimp

Nigga you are just a sip, nigga you are a just a prick

Got'chu bitches disappearing nigga you are just a trick

Gotta headed to my whip, got her hands all on my hips

Got her mouth on my gear shift, can you ride a stick?

Maybe we can make a flip, go ahead a pick a suite

But nigga she won't get a dime, cause I never trick or treat

Man I swear this shit is sweet, she about to have a fit

Playin-playin' with dis paper while she playin' with my shit

[Hook 2 x2: till fades]