JYJ - PAPER AND PEN (feat. OTW & vaguebdz) Lyrics

I can't remember last week, think it was a cash week
Shootin' out the backseat, he runnin' like a track meet
Speedin' down the backstreet, money everlasting

It came and it comin' again, uh
Give a f*ck bout the money I spend uh
Jace been settin' the trend uh
She said she want be more than friends, uh
I told her that we could pretend, uh

I don't need no paper and pen, uh
She just left my Mac, she a 10, uh
Got the boys in the back of the sprinter
Paper on me like a printer

Paper on me, that's the cash
I live in the moment, still thinkin' bout the past
Thinkin' bout doin' the dash, pushin' the SRT too fast
Comin' in first, never last
Know I been ballin', just look at the stats

Like, shit, I should play for the Mavs
Blowin' on dank, that's the gas
Rollin' up in a house that was vacant
Smokin' exotic, you know it's Jamaican

Double C when I sleep, it's on all of my blankets
That boy go talkin', I tell him to save it
I thought we was real, she lovin' to fake it
Made 150 off a day trip

Thanks to your girl, cause it's all on her playlist
When she play it, you don't even say shit
Only get gas when I'm up in the station
But I light up a wood on occasion

Revenge of the sith, cause this bitch be betrayin
Walk through the sky Anakin but they been hatin'
Goku and this bitch all go super saiyan
But that only happens whenever I'm faded

Get to the cash on a daily basis
It came and it comin' again, uh
Give a f*ck bout the money I spend uh
Jace been settin' the trend uh
She said she want be more than friends, uh
I told her that we could pretend, uh

I don't need no paper and pen, uh
She just left my Mac, she a 10, uh
Got the boys in the back of the sprinter
Paper on me like a printer

I'm at the show, uh huh
And this bitch put her hands up

She a dirty dancer
I see a dirty fanta
And I got my hand on a hammer
Put that boy up on a banner

His hoe in love with the glamour
She told me she need a new man, yeah
Down to Earth and it's up in my hands, yeah
Up in LA like a Ram, yeah

She want take a pic for the gram, yeah
I said go ahead, grab the camera
We make us a movie like Sandra
She bawl out her eyes from the stands,uh
Roll weed up in my planner

Rollin' up weed in the back of the car
Runnin' this shit, been ahead from the start
So down to eartg, but I'm up with the stars
Movin' that work and you know I'ma charge

Louis V purse, you know I'm livin' large
My niggas gon' crackas gon' lurk with the choppa, they march
Totaled the whip break it down for some parts
Swear that I'm groundin' still higher than Mars
Ridin' around town with my brothers in arms