Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Paper

[Intro: the Kid]
Yeah, you what I'm sayin'?
Can't switch, huh
Ooh, ayy, any, huh

[Chorus: the Kid]
You ain't a boss you can't her
I might just the Bentley mustard
I got rich, that's on my
Say she love you, still can't her
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Race it
But my frames, they Dior, I see baby
Why your boyfriend a I got mo' paper
Bring the out now, I got mo' haters

[Verse 1: Rich the
Where my box? Bring the racks out
your bad bop (Bad)
I blew cash out (Cash, what)
Yah, ayy, ran my up
Now I got mo' (I got mo' papers)
wanna fuck 'cause I got mo' papers
Now I Speed Race, I want face
My bitch bake the cake, I might the Wraith
Hermès links, the slink
when she blink, she want that 'Rari pink (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: the Kid]
You ain't a boss you can't her
I might just paint the mustard
I got rich, on my mother
Say she love you, can't trust her
Cut the pork, the top, then I Speed Race it
But my frames, they Dior, I see baby
Why your a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the money out now, I got mo'

2: YG]
I the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (Fast)
Pulled up, Lambo, mad, mad, mad, mad (Niggas mad)
Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash (Splash)
You slip on a drip, you might need the cash
I my 6-4 red, a lot of my homies dead
of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red
On Bloods, I need that head, I'm to feel it in my legs
I'm trying to spend a bread, fuck it up at Sakks, yeah
All my drive Benz, I'll put you in a Benz
All my hoes conniving, they them M's
nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did
Before you fuck me, that pussy a cleanse, yeah

[Chorus: the Kid]
You ain't a boss you touch her
I might paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich, that's on my
Say she love you, still can't her
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed it
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see
Why boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the out now, I got mo' haters