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      Rich The Kid

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      Rich The Kid - Mo Paper (Ft YG) Música y Letra

      [Intro: Rich the Kid]:
      Yeah, you know what I’m sayin’?
      Can’t never switch, huh
      Ooh, ayy, any, huh
      
      [Chorus: Rich the Kid]:
      You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her
      I might just paint the Bentley mustard
      I got rich, that’s on my mother
      Say she love you, still can’t trust her
      Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
      But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby
      Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo’ paper
      Bring the money out now, I got mo’ haters
      [Verse 1: Rich the Kid]:
      Where my stash box? Bring the racks out
      Watch your bad bop (Bad)
      I blew that cash out (Cash, what)
      Yah, ayy, ran my money up
      Now I got mo’ haters (I got mo’ papers)
      Bitches wanna fuck ’cause I got mo’ papers
      Now I Speed Race, I want more face
      My bitch bake the cake, I might slide the Wraith
      Hermès links, check the slink
      Chanel when she blink, she want that ‘Rari pink (Skrrt, skrrt)
      [Chorus: Rich the Kid]:
      You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her
      I might just paint the Bentley mustard
      I got rich, that’s on my mother
      Say she love you, still can’t trust her
      Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
      But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby
      Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo’ paper
      Bring the money out now, I got mo’ haters
      
       [Verse 2: YG]:
      I need the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (Fast)
      Pulled up, Lambo, niggas mad, mad, mad, mad (Niggas mad)
      Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash (Splash)
      You might slip on a drip, you might need the cash
      I painted my 6-4 red, a lot of my homies dead
      Some of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red
      On Bloods, I need that head, I’m tryin’ to feel it in my legs
      I’m trying to spend a little bread, fuck it up at Sakks, yeah
      All my bitches drive Benz, I’ll put you in a Benz
      All my hoes conniving, they finesse them M’s
      Rich nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did
      Before you fuck me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
      [Chorus: Rich the Kid]:
      You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her
      I might just paint the Bentley mustard
      I got rich, that’s on my mother
      Say she love you, still can’t trust her
      Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
      But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby
      Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo’ paper
      Bring the money out now, I got mo’ haters

      Rich The Kid - Mo Paper (Ft YG) Música y Letra

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