paper boy - kodak black lyrics
[intro]
this a nice lil beat huh?
i don’t got no time for this though
i left jail i’m a new man
i’m in london got my beat from london
[chorus: kodak black]
i done made so much money you can call me paper boy
just out jail now i’m just tryna make that paper boy
water ’round my neck they can call me a sailor boy
but on the real i got money
i done made so much money you can call me paper boy
just out jail now i’m just tryna make that paper boy
but on the real i got money money money
but on the real i got money money money
[verse 1: kodak black]
i get paper, frontpage of the newspaper boy
i rock gucci, on my salad i need some capers boy
i used to be thuggin’ i was running around
’til my mama told me calm down
whole gang got 9s if they see you, you get blasted
sniper gang, south florida you know what’s happening
i got wings, timbs on my feet i ain’t even capping
cuban link ’round my neck cold like alaska
i just hopped up out the jet, b-tch i’m the alpha
lil n-gga in the streets acting a rascal
i was like that too until i became a rapper
i got myself some money and look what happened
i was on bean when i got out
n-gga i felt like a bullet i shot out
i’m only gettin’ better b-tch watch out
now i’m like kyrie i ball out
[chorus: kodak black]
i done made so much money you can call me paper boy
just out jail now i’m just tryna make that paper boy
water ’round my neck they can call me a sailor boy
but on the real i got money
i done made so much money you can call me paper boy
just out jail now i’m just tryna make that paper boy
but on the real i got money money money
but on the real i got money money money
[verse 2: offset]
paper boy custom chains dripping like phelps (drip)
hot just like a sauna so the ice around me melt (woo)
flooded out my wrist and i flooded my neck
b-tch i’m i’m from the north i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t (no)
me and kodak on the block yeah know that
lil b-tch on my d-ck better blow that (yuh)
i just pulled at a show new patek on my wrist
lame n-ggas with rickys and diamonds that pink
lil n-gga i been moving bricks
f-ck a lil b-tch p-ss her to the clique
just like d rose 50 pointer on my wrist
came up from the mud and now a n-gga rich (hey)
glock shoot like a star make a wish
fornite sh-t, whipping with pumps, b-tch fully equipped
stay hop out the roof in this b-tch like it’s lit
big dog n-gga you can’t tame me, just quit
walk around with toilet paper you can call me the sh-t
mansion chain ’round my neck, on my windows see the tint
[chorus: kodak black]
i done made so much money you can call me paper boy
just out jail now i’m just tryna make that paper boy
water ’round my neck they can call me a sailor boy
but on the real i got money
i done made so much money you can call me paper boy
just out jail now i’m just tryna make that paper boy
but on the real i got money money money
but on the real i got money money money
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