[Chorus: [?]]

They call me Paperman (Man)

I get that paper, man (Man)

Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)

Don't make me take her, man (Man)

But I'm just on the low (Low)

And you already know (Know)

Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'

That's just the way it go

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

They call me Paperman, Paperman

In that brand new [?] Suddan

My money stack up so tall

Like New York skyscrapers, man

I keep me a fresh tapper, man

Rich [?] them bases, man

This player is good 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 your circle

And work ya money, nigga

Just don't let ya money work you

[Chorus: [?]]

They call me Paperman (Man)

I get that paper, man (Man)

Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)

Don't make me take her, man (Man)

But I'm just on the low (Low)

And you already know (Know)

Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'

That's just the way it go

They call me Paperman (Man)

I get that paper, man (Man)

Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)

Don't make me take her, man (Man)

But I'm just on the low (Low)

And you already know (Know)

Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'

That's just the way it go

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

I'm a man who blow two grand or so

On sneakers made from animal

Even if they don't understand the flow

Bet them hoes understand the dough

Every ma'fucker on this planet know

Money keeps the world on spin

If I pull that [?] on in

Ain't no doubt your girl gon' grin

They like my shine (They like my shine)

They like my grind (They like my grind)

I take your girl, I bring her back

Ain't it like she mine (Ain't it like she mine)

Your ho's to blame (Your ho's to blame)

You know the game (You know the game)

It's Loso, bitch, but if

You wanna know the name, I say

[Chorus: [?]]

They call me Paperman (Man)

I get that paper, man (Man)

Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)

Don't make me take her, man (Man)

But I'm just on the low (Low)

And you already know (Know)

Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'

That's just the way it go

They call me Paperman (Man)

I get that paper, man (Man)

Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)

Don't make me take her, man (Man)

But I'm just on the low (Low)

And you already know (Know)

Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'

That's just the way it go

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

Now, I dip through strips in a whip

On 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 stain on these clothes

Hoes run, [?], throw ones

We makin' it rain on these hoes

I ride through slow, just hide your ho

Don't let your girl 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 wanna come, just let her come

Over and play with them boys

[Chorus: [?]]

They call me Paperman (Man)

I get that paper, man (Man)

Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)

Don't make me take her, man (Man)

But I'm just on the low (Low)

And you already know (Know)

Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'

That's just the way it go

They call me Paperman (Man)

I get that paper, man (Man)

Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)

Don't make me take her, man (Man)

But I'm just on the low (Low)

And you already know (Know)

Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'

That's just the way it go