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five saints - paper lyrics

[intro: e-92]
yo, this is e92 on the f-cking track
repping the five saints clique
we making mad f-cking paper

[hook: the etherealist]
i get so much paper; my haters, see you later [x8]

[verse 1: the etherealist]
(yeah, yo it’s your boy the etherealist)
(mother-f-cking oz mosis, the madk!lla up in here)
(yo, we making mad stacks like we jordan f-cking belfort, what you know about that sh-t?)
in the club, feeling nice and i got so much ice
b-tches diving for me like a floatation device
gold ring on my right and t-tties on my left
last p-ssy tried test this, lost his mother-f-cking head
b-tch, i get so much paper; my haters, see you later
p-rn-star on my p-n-s while i’m huffing on that vapour
snorting all the yayo, this my f-cking year
twenty-three b-tches in my whip; mother-f-ckers ain’t got nothing on me so they better clear
yeah, watch your girlfriend drop it low in the back of my mother-f-cking car
got a b-tch on my lap and a b-tch on my d-ck; triple digits ain’t gonna get far
single digits neither: ride with ether, ten’s what you are
‘less you got triple x-y t-tties, b-tch, i am a rock-star
b-tch, get in my d-mn car; we can ride through the city
then i’ll put your -ss to sleep after sucking on your t-tty
(no, not cause i’m… just cause she’s tired)
(because i’m rich, doesn’t mean i’m gonna rape everything)

[hook]

[verse 2: e-92]
(we rocking ninety-inch rims on our f-cking caddies)
(mother-f-cker, i got thirty hoes in my f-cking limo)
(mother-f-cker, each of my house rocking a f-cking twenty carat grill)
i got so much paper, them girls don’t have to pay
doing pretty well, tripping mdma
gather in the club, all those honeys drift on by
but i don’t give a f-ck cause i’m still looking fly
sh-t-f-cker, i don’t know where my head’s spinning now
all i see is n-ggas; they be surfing in the crowd
[mid-verse skit]
my haters, see you later: i’m f-cking to la
but shut your f-cking mouth, honey, you don’t get a say
stepping in the club, i’m looking f-cking swag
but b-tch comes up to me and she’s dancing like a slag
homies in the crowd also liking what they see
but let’s be god-d-mn real; i like it more than t-tty
quicket wants my paper, but if he even gets close
i’mma cut him down like a mother-f-cking roast
don’t get up in my sh-t, son; this is f-cking mad
over to my boy etherealist; he’s up and f-cking rad

[hook]

[verse 3: dj quicket bat] [freestyle]
(paper aeroplanes. fly like cash and gold)
(oh yeah, paper travelling places gets you there)
financially secure, you never touch this wh0r-
that i got, that i paid so much money for
oh yeah, all my greens, look at my greens
all they [incomprehensible]
not much like weed, but maybe if you want it to be
oh sh-t, look at that: i just got weed from right out of my hand
because i got so much money in my pocket
throwing it at… f-cking prost-tutes
they all, they love it. oh, it’s so much money
they can’t even fit it down their bras
cause it’s just all over the place, yeah
money, money, money. oh, he’s got
oh, is it benjamin franklin?
i don’t even know cause i don’t even care
cause it’s just so much money right coming out of my hair right now
it’s like spaghetti; it’s just all over everywhere
just fell out my pockets and like, oh, it’s on my feet now
oh, [incomprehensible] got money on the floor
oh, he’s loving it
oh, f-cking h-ll
(money, money, money. it’s so funny)

[outro: the etherealist]
and there you have it. there it is
five saints and e-92, mother-f-cker
we ain’t even on this rap sh-t; we on this ‘making paper’ sh-t
b-tch, i got more in my f-cking pocket than you got in your year’s salary
b-tch, i wipe my f-cking -ss with your year’s salary
i got a gold chain for every mother-f-cker in my phone book
i got so much paper cause i don’t even pay taxes
leave out that last bit

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