Fabolous

Fabolous - Paperman lyrics

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They call me paperman

I get that paper man

Yo shawty starin homie

Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low

And you already know

Ya bitch choosin pimpin

That's just the way it go



They call me paperman paperman

In that brand new chevy suddan

My money stack up so tall like new york scryscrappers man

I keep me a fresh tapper man

Rich yung are them basics man

Greatest player at home like kobe in staples man

He be tryna lock her down she tryna escape the man

I pick that paper up in the mornin she is like my paper stand

They say money shapes a man

Keep them squares out yo circle

And work ya money nigga just don't let ya money work you



They call me paperman

I get that paper man

Yo shawty starin homie

Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low

And you already know

Ya bitch choosin pimpin

That's just the way it go



They call me paperman

I get that paper man

Yo shawty starin homie

Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low

And you already know

Ya bitch choosin pimpin

That's just the way it go



I'm a man to blow 2 grand or so on sneakers made from animal

Even if they don't understand the flow

Bet them hoes understand the doe

Every motherf**ker on this planet know

Money keeps the world on spin

If I put the spur on in ain't no doubt yo girl gone grin

They like my shine

They like my grind

I take yo girl I bring her back

Ain't it like she mine

Ya hoes to blame

You know the game

It's loso rich but if u wana know the name I say



They call me paperman

I get that paper man

Yo shawty starin homie

Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low

And you already know

Ya bitch choosin pimpin

That's just the way it go



They call me paperman

I get that paper man

Yo shawty starin homie

Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low

And you already know

Ya bitch choosin pimpin

That's just the way it go



Now I dip through strips in a whip with black 22's and chrome on the lip

Don't slip don't trip cause the tips are hollow in this chrome on my hip

I lean so mean so clean that there ain't a stane on these clothes

Hoes run throw some throw ones we makin it rain on these hoes

I ride through slow

Just hide ya hoe

Don't let yo hoe see loso

I think I'm this I think I'm that

Man I don't think I know so

I let them know

We let them go

So please don't play with them boys

She wana come just let her come over and play with them boys



They call me paperman

I get that paper man

Yo shawty starin homie

Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low

And you already know

Ya bitch choosin pimpin

That's just the way it go



They call me paperman

I get that paper man

Yo shawty starin homie

Don't make me take her man

But I'm just on the low

And you already know

Ya bitch choosin pimpin

That's just the way it go










                   
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