[verse 1: Mayham]

Hold up, what's my name?

Back with a track I can't explain

Back with a rap, that's back to the crap

Til I'm back to the back to the back again

Like I'm back to the core, back to the plain

Back to the back when I'm rapping as Mayham

I'm acting, I'm faking, I'm back to the basic

The fact is I'm actually insane

I'm goin' hard to leave a mark, til you hear me when the needle drops

Til the DJ cuts the record, and you hear me when the beat has stopped

Til my music's all up in your head, all my s-h-i-t won't stop

Look how I maneuver, I can basically just feed your crops

I've got the talent, got the skill, I'm mad and I just got to kill

Got a lot of dollars lot of bills, no stopping til I cop a mil

I'm all about the money girl, I wanna see that cash flow

Barely know her name or face but recognize that ass though, I'm a

[Chorus: Chris K]

Paper boy, paper boy, baby I ain't talking news

I'm talking paper for your pricey prada shoes

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby we can get it poppin'

Money ain't a problem living by no rules

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy

Paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy, paper boy

Baby you ain't had a clue but now you do

So what you gotta do is call me paper boy

[verse 2: Mayham]

I superman all in a verse, girl you can call me soulja boy

If you ain't got a single clue, I'll tell you like I told your boy

While he was screaming "fuck the world" I carry on my shoulder

Girl I can picture us together, you can call me polaroid

Who's got that flow sizzling like a roti on a frying pan

You can hear the siren wail, I'll show you how to fire, man

I'm the rawest in the building and you're sealed in til it's over

And I feel like I am kosher but you dyin' if you tryin' ham

See her eying me for lunch when I'm swiping on my visa card

So I play it cool, better make a move, I tell her she's a piece of art

Truth is I got 40 cents, she's making sure I'm chasing her

She's wasted, paycheck got a raise so baby face it, I'm the fuckin'

[Chorus: Chris K]

Paper boy, paper boy, baby I ain't talking news

I'm talking paper for your pricey prada shoes

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby we can get it poppin'

Money ain't a problem living by no rules

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy

Paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy, paper boy

Baby you ain't had a clue but now you do

So what you gotta do is call me paper boy

[verse 3: Mayham]

Girl, you foxy... swiper gets to swipe

But tinder knows that I'm no match for you, but you swiped right

But we're a perfect pair, like I grew it nice and ripe

Straight up, you're left handed and I'm out my right mind

They got that drive to drive you crazy til you jack knife off a road

Til you stranded like your hair, then bitches gon be dyeing slow

They want the money, want the dollars, know that they gon' ask you once

And if you ain't give her hundred bucks, her ass gonna pack a punch

I'm craving for a hundred mils I'm hungry til my wallet shines

Munchies for the money, cause my pupils turned to dollar signs

Her friends ain't ever gonna change, I do see a lot of dimes

I ain't talkin ladies, man, I'm talking all the dollars like I'm her

[Chorus: Chris K]

Paper boy, paper boy, baby I ain't talking news

I'm talking paper for your pricey prada shoes

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby we can get it poppin'

Money ain't a problem living by no rules

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy

Paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy, paper boy

Baby you ain't had a clue but now you do

So what you gotta do is call me paper boy

[bridge: Chris K]

Money comes, money goes, money comes, money goes

If I lost all my dough then I can always make some more

Money comes, money goes, money comes and money goes

If I lost all my dough then I can always make some more

Cause I'm that

[Chorus: Chris K]

Paper boy, paper boy, baby I ain't talking news

I'm talking paper for your pricey prada shoes

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby we can get it poppin'

Money ain't a problem living by no rules

I'm that paper boy, paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy

Paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy, paper boy

Baby you ain't had a clue but now you do

So what you gotta do is call me paper boy