Paper Planes Lyrics

Fllll Beep

Fllll Beep

Leeko

Money

Long Live Nando

Free Da Men

State to state I'm popping out

Got passed 100 I'm poppin now

I tried to go to college but made more Money just from dropping out

I'm calling plays on my side of town

I'm talking money I ain't wilding out

Shit came in they quacking out

Paper planes I'm flying out

Bro a driver he in all in that demon Drifting roundabouts

Before we get up out the car we circle Round and scope it out

Remember I was broke as shit jugging Hard up out a ounce

I didn't care about the drive every dollar make it count

Damn

I was posted on that corner nigga

My hood just like a drive through

(Yea)

Just come and place your order nigga

Niggas Pussy for real I can really see the whore in niggas

I'm chasing pass 100 million

I'm trying touch a couple billion

So my kids kids a be straight from What I willed them

If you ever hated on me I'm going Make sure you really feel me

Pull up on my jeweler with a bag I'm Going to tell them chill me

Get my first bag retire my mother with A couple millions

Jamming all over the damn city Moving like a pilgrim

Hit her from the back she might go ahead and let me film it

I'm the one that's going to make the Change I can really feel it

Money

State to state I'm popping out

Got passed 100 I'm poppin now

I tried to go to college but made more Money just from dropping out

I'm calling plays on my side of town

I'm talking money I ain't wilding out

Shit came in they quacking out

Paper planes I'm flying out

Bro a driver he in all in that demon Drifting roundabouts

Before we get up out the car we circle Round and scope it out

Remember I was broke as shit jugging Hard up out a ounce

I ain't care about the drive every dollar make it count

Juggin hard every damn day I bet I Brake the bench

Lil homie geeking pop his Glock I bet He glitch the switch

Tired niggas talking all that fly shit When they really bitch

I raise my hand to scratch my head bet that pussy nigga flinch

Shit been getting weird around the City shit been getting tense

But I ain't worried about that shit cuz I Mind my business

I ain't into all that beefing I'm just Stacking chickens

But if a nigga think I'm pussy I will Really kill you

They can't find nothing on you and Make you out to be the villain

Going around to pick up the back end I got checks pending

Always spending on my bitch she can't Call me skinny

Pulling up in fast shit on the block we ain't riding rental

State to state I'm popping out

Got passed 100 I'm poppin now

I tried to go to college but made more Money just from dropping out

I'm calling plays on my side of town

I'm talking money I ain't wilding out

Shit came in they quacking out

Paper planes I'm flying out

Bro a driver he in all in that demon Drifting roundabouts

Before we get up out the car we circle Round and scope it out

Remember I was broke as shit jugging Hard up out a ounce

I ain't care about the drive every dollar Make it count