Lyrics
On the dead homies
In that scraper, bend corners on Hype Park
Stacking up bread till it gets dark
No marks on my reputation
Authentic so know I'm never faking
Caught up in this lavish lifestyle
So I'm sorry but I'm bout to get a little wild
My worry used to be the bus stop
Now I cop foreign whips right off the lot
She see me getting that paper
Saying bye bye to the old scraper
She choosing on a **** with the clean taper
Bank account looking thicker than newspapers
Oh I know she want it
But if you ain't a ten you can't hop on it
On the dead homies
Somebody tell me why she want me?
She wanna get paper, She wanna get paper
She pullin' up in a scraper; pulling up in that scraper
She don't fuck with the player haters; she don't mess with the player haters
She lemme know she coming through later
She lemme know she coming through later
She wanna get paper
In this thang, under 7:45
I just left the stu, I got honey in the ride, aye
I think she poppin
Million dollars
New investments
Stock been rising
Only green in my Robinhood
Double up the money like a **** should
Sitting in the studio just smoking good
Sitting in the studio just smoking good
I do want to make love to you
You could be my favorite
Favorite, you'll be my favorite
Girl you look just like goals
Fuck what them haters said
She wanna get paper, She wanna get paper
She pullin' up in a scraper, pulling up in that scraper
She don't fuck with the player haters, she don't mess with the player haters
She lemme know she coming through later
She lemme know she coming through later
She wanna get paper
She wanna get paper
Pullin' up in that scraper
She don't mess with the player haters
She lemme know she coming through later
Written by: Christopher Sanders, Ian Spruce, Mathieu Koontz
