[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah (Quan) aye! (Rich Homie) Aye! 
One five what it do?(My nigga)
Nard! What it do? Rich Homie Baby
(Dramatic Nigga)
[Verse: Rich Homie Quan]
I know a lot of n****s out here broke would do anything for some paper, 
And I know lot of b*****s out here broke, wearing a lot of fake her and
Bunch of make-up, 
I was broke dine bad with a pager, 
I'm from East Atlanta not Decatur, 
I remember I aint use to have cable, 
I remember I was hungry I would stay up, 
And I'm like, 
What would you do for some paper?
Ion back then n***a I'd do anything for some paper straight up, 
That bid I did I was kicking do's for that paper, 
And them neighbors said they saw me creeping arine corner, (But they just
Hating)
Cas I'm on the come up
I remember.
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I was broke dine bad for the longest, 
Everything I got on the way up, 
On the f**k s**t riding with the 40, 
If you owe me n***a betta pay up, 
Don't talk that s**t n***a show me, 
Or I'll aim for yo a** n***a straight up, 
Gotta couple b*****s saying they know me (They don't know me), 
So ima let the money talk first, 
And I'm like
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
What would you do for some paper?
(What would you do, What would you do?)
What would you do for some paper?
(What would you do? X2)
(For a lil money)
What would you do for some paper? (Gotta tell me)
What would you do for some paper?
I heard you wanna f**k me girl (is that true), 
(you prolly wanna f**k this cash)
I heard you wanna f**k me girl
(you prolly wanna f**k this cash) yeah
What would you do for some paper?
What would you do for some paper?
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
You probably wanna suck a lil d**k, 
Probably wana f**k with my click (For some paper)
Bruh, I'm tryna f**k yo b***h then pass yo hoe to my clique (Why you
Hating)
N***a know all my n****s rich I ain't gotta prove to you s**t (We on our
Way up)
All my dudes paid up, 
No mo Molly gotta stay up, 
What would you do for some paper?
Would you cross you patna for some paper?
When he been yo patna since day one, 
That aint real shawty, 
That money got yo head f****d, 
It's yo patna girl but you f****d her, 
And yall pose to be like brothas, 
That's showing me I can't trust ya, 
That 40 homie damn right n***a Imma bust ya, 
And if I gotta Choppa homie ima make you sing like usher!, 
Got the authority, 
B*****s reppin Rich Homie like a Sorority.
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I was broke dine bad for the longest, 
Everything I got on the way up, 
On the f**k s**t riding with the 40, 
If you owe me n***a betta pay up, 
Don't talk that s**t n***a show me, 
Or I'll aim for yo a** n***a straight up, 
Gotta couple b*****s saying they know me (They don't know me), 
So ima let the money talk first, 
And I'm like