I Don’t Play About My Paper

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Future, let's get right to it

I don't play about my paper

(DJ Khaled!)

[Chorus: Future]

Sippin' my cup with this muddy muddy

When I fuck on these bitches, no lovey-dovey

Got a flood on my wrist, I wear Mello Yello

Had a flood on my wrist, I wear yellow mellow

Check on that chick out the melo

I got that white on that white on the Panamera

Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella

See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal

I put the racks and the goons on 'em

I got a MAC with a drum on 'em

Soon as the drought hit, we laid on 'em

Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em

Actavis Actavis, wait on it

Percocet roxies, we stay on 'em

Them Percocet roxies, we stay on 'em

[Bridge: Future]

Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me

I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me

They know I don't play about that paper

They know I don't

[Verse: Rick Ross]

Rich nigga rituals, Rolls Royces and residuals

Residue in my residence, revenue was so plentiful

Rumors Rozay still be runnin' with all you criminals

Ransom notes and repercussions follow my ridicule

Private charters to Bahamas, that's how we send them through

Two new bitches up in Memphis that’s just for summer school

A nigga networth at an all-time high

I play for keeps, you just ran cross my mind (Ahh)

I own all the things that these niggas plot for

Know they hatin', still resistin', go and cop more

She takin' off her clothes, know that's for a hot boy

Pistols in the lobby, honey on the top floor

[Bridge: Future]

Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me (M-M-M)

I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me

They know I don't play about that paper

They know I don't play about that paper, yeah

[Chorus: Future]

Sippin' my cup with this muddy muddy

When I fuck on these bitches, no lovey-dovey

Got a flood on my wrist, I wear Mello Yello

Had a flood on my wrist, I wear yellow mellow

Check on that chick out the melo

I got that white on that white on the Panamera

Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella

See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal

I put the racks and the goons on 'em

I got a Mac with a drum on 'em

Soon as the drought hit, we laid on 'em

Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em

Actavis Actavis, wait on it

Percocet roxies, we stay on 'em

Them Percocet roxies we stay on 'em

[Bridge: Future]

Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me

I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me

They know I don't play about that paper

They know I don't play about that paper, yeah!

[Outro: Future]

All of these diamonds I copped them

All of these watches I copped them

All of these Bentleys we copped them

All of these Ghosts and I copped them

All of the Phantoms I copped them

All of these cribs we're coppin'

All of these bitches we coppin'

They know I don't play about that paper

I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me

They know I don't play about that paper

They know I don't play about that paper, yeah