Get Ya Paper ft. Money Mack Lyrics

Hey, girl, I like the way you move, just came to slide along to see how you was doing

I know this may seem strange, but baby, let's get to it

You see them fellas over there, they got nothing to prove ya

Don't worry about me, girl, cause I'm gon' be your ride or die

When in fact, I know that I'm your type of guy

Now you start to question what I can do for you

To start it off, baby, I'll make your dreams come true

Even when it gets rough, there'll be some stressing

Baby, just slide with me, girl, you'll count your blessings

It's the beginning of a new life, baby, if you act right

Teko baby, gonna do you right, right, right, right

Hey you

Sitting over there, girl, would you mind if I whisper something in your ear, girl

Get your weight up, get your paper, get your weight up, let's get your baby

Sitting over there, girl, would you mind if I whisper something in your ear, girl

Get your weight up, get your paper, get your weight up, let's get your baby

I'm a fly n***a, Ferragamo, dinnertime, we at Benihana's

Steak and lobster hibachi chicken, she's so bad, I forget to mention

I eat it up like a entree, I'm Jay-Z, she Beyonce

We on the run, no tour bus, just foreign whips when we pullin' up

Just Lamborghinis, red Ferraris, I cheated on her, but you know I'm sorry

Birkin bags, just to fix some problems, Louis Vuittons, them red bottoms

Diamonds come from Tiffany, them other hoes ain't shit to me

I know them n****s want you, but I never let it get to me

Get money, my entity, bad bitches interest me

Goon music on my back, we livin' fuck n***a free

You know how them n****s be, don't wanna see you with shit

You know I'ma keep it G, all my n****s filthy rich

Hey you

Sitting over there, girl, would you mind if I whisper something in your ear, girl

Get your weight up, get your paper

Get your weight up, get your paper

Sitting over there, girl, would you mind if I whisper something in your ear, girl

Get your weight up, get your paper

Get your weight up, get your paper

Teko, Mack got a lot of hoes

Spend a lot of money, do a lot of shows

Can't you see I'm proper though

My ice on chill like 5 below

If you wanna drink, I'll buy you the bar

You running with some players, don't you know

It's the boy Money Mack and the boy Teko

It's the boy Money Mack and the boy Teko

Still in the trap with them birds for the low

You running with players that may take your hoe

Pimpin' these bitches, can't tell you no more

I got my weight up

I've been stacking this paper

Diamonds coming from Jacob's

Shiting on all my haters

Hey you

Sitting over there, girl, would you mind if I whisper something in your ear, girl

Get your weight up, get your paper

Get your weight up, get your paper

Sitting over there, girl, would you mind if I whisper something in your ear, girl

Get your weight up, get your paper

Get your weight up, get your paper

Get your weight up, get your paper