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Quince! Que lo es Y que es la vaina? Aqui lo que hai que buscar es money, Cash, los efectivos Los billetes y biyuyo La lana y la plata El papel! That paper, We need that, Y ahora mijito [Intro] I've been getting this paper dawg, this paper It got me feeling it, it got me feeling it (Wicho Beatz) Make a ni**a want to sing! [Hook] Paper Im talking paper Im chasin paper Im getting paper I want the bankroll I want the paper I want the big loads The pillow cases I’m bout the paper! Show me the paper I’m moving dank Dope All different flavors Bad bi**h, no papers She speak my language A ni**a not broke I’m getting paper [Verse 1: QuinceLu] Bendito, Lately I been getting paper, yea Getting that green, yea its yagger, yea Black bandana, Black outfit, matter fact, call me Vader, yea Need it right now, no, not later, man Taking too long I lose patience, and Yu ion wanna see me lose mines, cause a nigga start misbehaving, aye Yea, pull up with gang, we don’t play bout benjis Getting this money invest it Yung nigga but Im big chested, Got these other niggas pressing Cause Im flexing Cause Im reckless, Cause your bitch think that I’m so impressive &I know that she feeling my presence Now I got her naked thats her preference But f*ck all that talking bout cudi, Im talking bout turning the ones & the fives into 20’s Teach all my niggas to fish & go hunting, cause you could give a man a hunnit, they probably get spoiled or something, Minute you stop they gon look at you funny, but you teach yo people to eat, feast, promise they’ll never be hungry Thats building a kingdom, My nigga you’ll win some, Sometimes you gon lose some But never get too strung Remember yo wisdom, Resilience yo big gun And know they gon hate Cause money been coming yo way Yea watch em, but f*ck what they say They mad you got money, while theres on delay, you getting [Hook] Paper Im talking paper Im chasin paper Im getting paper I want the bankroll I want the paper I want the big loads The pillow cases I’m bout the paper! Show me the paper I’m moving dank Dope All different flavors Bad bi**h, no papers She speak my language A ni**a not broke I’m getting paper [Verse 2: Roja3K] I’m getting paper G Watch a young ni**a go major league I’m sharp like the edge of a razor be Hate on me, hate on this I’m talking fax and you paperless All this paper got me pacing Bending corners like I’m racing Pretty hoes in my face and, Plenty flows on my placement These ni**as know I’m not playing All my shooters be Haitian If the money calling why you waiting Now I know that you faking Mind over matter My pockets got fatter So high I’m on Saturn Skinny nigga but don’t eat off my plater, I beat a ni**a a** I’m not just a rapper Blood on my sweater like I’m Freddy Kruger Securing the bag because I’m not a loser Every 420 we getting some money, I want the coins and to run up the hundreds Say it’s marathon so Imma run it, Hop in the foreign you know Imma gun it Hold up this paper you know Imma run it, Hold up this paper you know Imma run it She got a fat a** put d**k in her tummy Foreign baby, so we talking In Spanish She want to know where all of the cash is, Me and Lu, getting the money the fastest 40 ball, chopper under the mattress Snappinh on niggas no poetry Smelling some gas in the air, then you know it’s me Thought I was famous cause I’m popping locally! [Hook] Paper Im talking paper Im chasin paper Im getting paper I want the bankroll I want the paper I want the big loads The pillow cases I’m bout the paper!