Yeah
King T Double E, Yeah
I don't want no, no love
From a thot on a date
No love from a girl under 8
No love from a chick who ain't straight
No love from a girl up for debate
If she ain't know, master the bate
Is she catfish, catch on the bait
Face your fears, now face your own fate
If you didn't know, that's a mistake
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
I'm stacking my paper, I'm making my paper
Not giving out tips, Not like you a waiter
I'm shredding out paper, I'm racking that paper
No I ain't a daddy, But she call me Vader
You ain't that Swift, But I shake off a hater
I'm seeing right through you, Window like a neighbour
I'd slice some cheese for you, Go pass me the grater
Now Ty, she a bastard, But you ain't creator
If the, king crown, do not, fit
Then pass, it to, the real, king
If you, ain't got, your fists, up
Why the, f*ck you, in the ring dub
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
I got on my Adi, I got on my Fendi
My P's and my Q's, And I ain't talking Wendy
I got a new whip, You could call it trendy
I whip it so fast, You look it go bendy
I got some new gold, I got a new chain
Look at my neck, Oh damn, say my name
My flow is impeccable, Could say insane
Run it so fast Usain, And a shoutout to Zane
Cash flow and I ain't at the ATM
Card declined, you ain't got no money a.t.m
Come back tomorrow the bank will open 8 am
Blame yourself for being so broke and stop hating them
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Brr, Brr
King Tee - Paper Cash Lyrics
King Tee - Paper Cash Lyrics
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English
Yeah
King T Double E, Yeah
I don't want no, no love
From a thot on a date
No love from a girl under 8
No love from a chick who ain't straight
No love from a girl up for debate
If she ain't know, master the bate
Is she catfish, catch on the bait
Face your fears, now face your own fate
If you didn't know, that's a mistake
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
I'm stacking my paper, I'm making my paper
Not giving out tips, Not like you a waiter
I'm shredding out paper, I'm racking that paper
No I ain't a daddy, But she call me Vader
You ain't that Swift, But I shake off a hater
I'm seeing right through you, Window like a neighbour
I'd slice some cheese for you, Go pass me the grater
Now Ty, she a bastard, But you ain't creator
If the, king crown, do not, fit
Then pass, it to, the real, king
If you, ain't got, your fists, up
Why the, f*ck you, in the ring dub
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
I got on my Adi, I got on my Fendi
My P's and my Q's, And I ain't talking Wendy
I got a new whip, You could call it trendy
I whip it so fast, You look it go bendy
I got some new gold, I got a new chain
Look at my neck, Oh damn, say my name
My flow is impeccable, Could say insane
Run it so fast Usain, And a shoutout to Zane
Cash flow and I ain't at the ATM
Card declined, you ain't got no money a.t.m
Come back tomorrow the bank will open 8 am
Blame yourself for being so broke and stop hating them
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Brr, Brr
King T Double E, Yeah
I don't want no, no love
From a thot on a date
No love from a girl under 8
No love from a chick who ain't straight
No love from a girl up for debate
If she ain't know, master the bate
Is she catfish, catch on the bait
Face your fears, now face your own fate
If you didn't know, that's a mistake
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
I'm stacking my paper, I'm making my paper
Not giving out tips, Not like you a waiter
I'm shredding out paper, I'm racking that paper
No I ain't a daddy, But she call me Vader
You ain't that Swift, But I shake off a hater
I'm seeing right through you, Window like a neighbour
I'd slice some cheese for you, Go pass me the grater
Now Ty, she a bastard, But you ain't creator
If the, king crown, do not, fit
Then pass, it to, the real, king
If you, ain't got, your fists, up
Why the, f*ck you, in the ring dub
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
I got on my Adi, I got on my Fendi
My P's and my Q's, And I ain't talking Wendy
I got a new whip, You could call it trendy
I whip it so fast, You look it go bendy
I got some new gold, I got a new chain
Look at my neck, Oh damn, say my name
My flow is impeccable, Could say insane
Run it so fast Usain, And a shoutout to Zane
Cash flow and I ain't at the ATM
Card declined, you ain't got no money a.t.m
Come back tomorrow the bank will open 8 am
Blame yourself for being so broke and stop hating them
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Making, racks
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Paper, cash
Make it, fast
Breaking, bands
Piling up, stack, stacks, stacks
Brr, Brr
Writer: Tristan Balarezo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid