Jack Harlow, Babyface Ray - Paperwork Party (Remix) lyrics
Jackman Thomas Harlow
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jack Harlow, Babyface Ray - Paperwork Party Remix lyrics]
(Trapboy3k)
Yeah, yeah
Still be sippin' this shit when
It's foreign cars and shit
Ayy
(313 Mafia)
Paperwork party
(I'm good on the paperwork nigga)
Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paperwork party (Paperwork party)
Paperwork party (Paperwork party)
I'm good on the paperwork (I'm good)
Wake up out a lean coma, go straight to work
(There)
Nigga, crack the seal for me
Let me taste it first
(Let me taste it)
Nigga, blow that shit
I never seen a money truck chase a hearse
(On my life)
Shit fucked up for him, he'll snatch a purse
I was just talkin' to the broker
Tryna snatch a vert
(I was tryin)
Cause told me stop rappin'
But the rappin' work
He was tryna put me on
Game how the vacuum work
(I get it)
I don't wanna party (Uh, uh)
That paper forever on my mind, I'm retarded
(Forever)
I ain't have no clue it would
Be this when it started
(Mhm)
The price of a blue raise
Up when you froze it
(Facts)
Nigga need to drip water, went
And got my piece watered
I be on it sleepwalkin'
So many blues on me, I feel like C-walking
(Look like)
When Siri give directions
I imagine Reek talkin'
Nigga, I'm tryna keep ballin'
Dog-walk bitches
I should put a leash on 'em
(Bitches)
I ain't need liquor, put a half a P on her
(Bitch)
No limit to this shit
I'm like Master P on 'em
(Uh)
Fuck them Diors, lil' pass a G for 'em
(Fuck it)
Ain't none of this my plan
What you mad at me for?
(Uh, uh)
Super smacked
Shootin' there and shootin' back
I need a mansion in the hills, coupe to match
(The coupe)
Paperwork party
(Paperwork party, Paperwork party)
Paperwork party
I got a bitch that's doing SBA Scams
Bitches gettin' hacked and now
They postin' Ray-Bans
Shows got banned but I still made bands
In the Deep South, clubs open, shaking hands
Baby work it out, buss it open, make it dance
Looking through my DMs
It's a lot of naked fans
Asking me to link
Begging me to take a chance
I don't hit 'em back but
I gotta take a glance
Ferragamo shoes, Prada made the pants
I'ma take a jet, spend a holiday in France
She know I can touch it
With the operation hands
That's real steady
Took her to the spot, Lil Mani, Lil Pedi
Got a good heart but she just a lil petty
Neck pains cause the chain
Hangin' real heavy
Use to walk to Kroger's for
A box of Lil Debbies
Smokin' on CBD she thought it was Reggie
(It's good tho)
Paperwork party
(I'm good on the paperwork nigga)
Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Nigga think the feds on him
Got locked, he ain't even have no bail money
Pick my daughter up from school
She say I smell funny
Dirty Sprite, exotics, and Chanel on me
Ayy, playin' in that field
It get real for you
They ain't up a pint, let's get real muddy
You don't need a deal
Just some pill junkies
Don't leave him with too much
He'll steal from you
Yeah, my raps real, you cap still
Need an act deal
Dropped a pint
Broke the glass just like Shaq did
What you got? Where your racks?
What your stats is?
(I love you Trapboy)
Yeah, yeah
Still be sippin' this shit when
It's foreign cars and shit
Ayy
(313 Mafia)
Paperwork party
(I'm good on the paperwork nigga)
Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paperwork party (Paperwork party)
Paperwork party (Paperwork party)
I'm good on the paperwork (I'm good)
Wake up out a lean coma, go straight to work
(There)
Nigga, crack the seal for me
Let me taste it first
(Let me taste it)
Nigga, blow that shit
I never seen a money truck chase a hearse
(On my life)
Shit fucked up for him, he'll snatch a purse
I was just talkin' to the broker
Tryna snatch a vert
(I was tryin)
Cause told me stop rappin'
But the rappin' work
He was tryna put me on
Game how the vacuum work
(I get it)
I don't wanna party (Uh, uh)
That paper forever on my mind, I'm retarded
(Forever)
I ain't have no clue it would
Be this when it started
(Mhm)
The price of a blue raise
Up when you froze it
(Facts)
Nigga need to drip water, went
And got my piece watered
I be on it sleepwalkin'
So many blues on me, I feel like C-walking
(Look like)
When Siri give directions
I imagine Reek talkin'
Nigga, I'm tryna keep ballin'
Dog-walk bitches
I should put a leash on 'em
(Bitches)
I ain't need liquor, put a half a P on her
(Bitch)
No limit to this shit
I'm like Master P on 'em
(Uh)
Fuck them Diors, lil' pass a G for 'em
(Fuck it)
Ain't none of this my plan
What you mad at me for?
(Uh, uh)
Super smacked
Shootin' there and shootin' back
I need a mansion in the hills, coupe to match
(The coupe)
Paperwork party
(Paperwork party, Paperwork party)
Paperwork party
I got a bitch that's doing SBA Scams
Bitches gettin' hacked and now
They postin' Ray-Bans
Shows got banned but I still made bands
In the Deep South, clubs open, shaking hands
Baby work it out, buss it open, make it dance
Looking through my DMs
It's a lot of naked fans
Asking me to link
Begging me to take a chance
I don't hit 'em back but
I gotta take a glance
Ferragamo shoes, Prada made the pants
I'ma take a jet, spend a holiday in France
She know I can touch it
With the operation hands
That's real steady
Took her to the spot, Lil Mani, Lil Pedi
Got a good heart but she just a lil petty
Neck pains cause the chain
Hangin' real heavy
Use to walk to Kroger's for
A box of Lil Debbies
Smokin' on CBD she thought it was Reggie
(It's good tho)
Paperwork party
(I'm good on the paperwork nigga)
Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Nigga think the feds on him
Got locked, he ain't even have no bail money
Pick my daughter up from school
She say I smell funny
Dirty Sprite, exotics, and Chanel on me
Ayy, playin' in that field
It get real for you
They ain't up a pint, let's get real muddy
You don't need a deal
Just some pill junkies
Don't leave him with too much
He'll steal from you
Yeah, my raps real, you cap still
Need an act deal
Dropped a pint
Broke the glass just like Shaq did
What you got? Where your racks?
What your stats is?
(I love you Trapboy)