Casey Veggies, Wiz Khalifa - Paper Cuts lyrics

[Casey Veggies, Wiz Khalifa - Paper Cuts lyrics]

Fingers hurtin' now from counting
All this paper up (Aw, yeah)
All this money, when I count it
I get paper cuts (Aw, yeah)
Gotta get back to the bag
I can't lay with ya (Get that cash)
Plus you only hit my phone when it's late
But I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute

Hold up, yeah fly like I got a new stylist
Grew up around money and violence
Niggas be running their mouth (yeah)
When they see me in person, they silent
(Damn)
She told me she want me to save her (Uh)
And I told her "Baby, you wildin'"
She told me she can keep a secret and
She ain't gon' say nothin' about it
I wanna hop in a Coupe (Uh)
A one that only fit two (yeah)
Yeah, baby, it's just me and you (Uh)
Them hoes is just something to do
Yeah, girl, I've been getting to that bag
Trying to get my paper up
She like "Boy, you only hit
Me when it's late, " but I'm like
Hold up, wait a minute
Y'all thought I was finished
All my shit authentic
Like Caine and O-Dog, I'm a menace
Baby told me she in love
But I don't really think she meant it
Baby wanna fuck with the plug
Wanna fuck with
A boss, young nigga, that's spendin', aw
Man

Fingers hurtin' now from counting
All this paper up (Aw, yeah)
All this money, when I count it
I get paper cuts (Aw, yeah)
Gotta get back to the bag
I can't lay with ya (Get that cash)
Plus you only hit my phone when it's late
But I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute

Yeah, hold up, wait a minute
In the game, ain't no scrimmage
Young boss nigga, went major but I could
Do this shit independent (For real)
Baby girl said I'm her favorite and
She hit my line like, "Let's get it"
(Oh, yeah) how you claim you doing it big
But you ain't making no difference?
(Uh, huh)
Brand new car, came kitted (Kitted)
Came a long way from that Civic (yeah)
Young nigga came from the bottom
Now we going back-to back in them Benzes
(Benzes)
When me and Wiz walk in the party, man
Them hoes gon' go in a frenzy (yeah)
I like my lil' baby naughty but I told her
"Don't be too friendly" (Friendly)
He got the money, I ain't even have to work
(Work)
Got that hoe and I ain't even have to search
(Search)
She hopped in, I ain't even have to flirt
(Flirt)
She knew my name 'fore I even said a word
(Word)
I'm going crazy, I'm going absurd (Hey)
Gettin' checks like the first and the third
Countin' up, got my fingers hurtin'
In the trap, a nigga don't get nervous

Fingers hurtin' now from counting
All this paper up (Aw, yeah)
All this money, when I count it
I get paper cuts (Aw, yeah)
Gotta get back to the bag
I can't lay with ya (Get that cash)
Plus you only hit my phone when it's late
But I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute (Minute, minute)

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