Sup Fem, they don’t know why we do what we do!

Don’t get it twisted, I do this cos ebe genetic

Leaving competitors strictly beheaded

Flow no, obi hia de aheale ne headache

I’m over your head like the city electric

All of this motorcycle goggle rappers thinking dem be Migos, it’s pretty pathetic

Acting like Diddy in pesewas

)mo y3 P.E. w) S.S., the P.P. is epic

Mey3 nea mey3 ma obi biaa n’ani abere neho chasing this chedda like Sonic

Pushers of kilos of chronic

Moa mote offices hoping to make it as promised

I do this for homies with nothing

Boys in the hood, prolly thinking of robbing

Peace to the niggas I lost in the ghetto

I know we go meet in his bosom

I do what I do for the money and women, it’s true megye m’ani fokn

But I do it the more cos I love killing niggas, I’m LAPD in recordings!

And my homies who no dey bed for the paper

Steadily seeking bread like a baker

Blowing up money fast, never going back to the scary days with the hater

Chorus

I ain’t here for the crown, I’m just for the paper

Stop hating on me oo, I’m here for the paper

Niggas still following doe, I’m just for the paper

Put it on my soul, I’m just for the paper

Paper, paper, paper, pa-per

I’m just for the paper

Paper, paper, paper, pa-per

I’m here for the paper

Still son want in doe, I’m just for the paper

Still call me the money man, I’m here for the paper

Keep the wudini shit volume up

Drop a single, make dem double up

Your turf, I turn into my Buckhingham

Step in like call me your chick, I wan cuddle am

I do this for Gees in a G Wagon doing a 110 with some bundle stacks

Life a yewom nny3 easy, I do this for Gees in the pen! Hope they’re coming out!

Mey3 ma me UK connects

Tottenham, Hackney Downs and the rest

Me Homies gu ATL tw3n me s3 Jesus, they vibe with the live on the set

T)da a, mey3 bi ma nkwadaa b)ne! Where my pill popping animals at

I service the fans with intelligence, OB y3 beast, these are animals tracks

Chorus

I ain’t here for the crown, I’m just for the paper

Stop hating on me oo, I’m here for the paper

Niggas still following doe, I’m just for the paper

Put it on my soul, I’m just for the paper

Paper, paper, paper, pa-per

I’m just for the paper

Paper, paper, paper, pa-per

I’m here for the paper

Still son want in doe, I’m just for the paper

Still call me the money man, I’m here for the paper