Paperwork Party (Remix)

(Trapboy3k)

Yeah, yeah

Still be sippin' that shit when it's flyin' 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')

Cuz told me stop rapping, but the rapping 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 a clue it'd be this when it started (mhm)

The price of a blue raise up when you fallen (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)

Raymond

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

Used to walk to Kroger's for a box of Lil Debbies

Smokin' on CBD she thought it was Reggie (it's good though)

Paperwork party (I'm good on the paperwork nigga)

Paperwork party (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Paperwork party

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 the pint, broke the glass just like Shaq did

What you got? Where your racks? What your stats is?

(I love you Trapboy)