Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Paper

[Intro: the Kid]
Yeah, you know I'm sayin'?
never switch, huh
Ooh, ayy, any, huh

[Chorus: Rich the
You ain't a you can't touch her
I might just the Bentley mustard
I got rich, that's on my
Say she you, still can't trust her
Cut the pork, the top, then I Speed Race it
But my frames, Dior, I can't see baby
Why boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
the money out now, I got mo' haters

[Verse 1: the Kid]
Where my stash Bring the racks out
Watch bad bop (Bad)
I blew that out (Cash, what)
Yah, ayy, ran my up
Now I got mo' (I got mo' papers)
Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I got mo'
Now I Race, I want more face
My bitch the cake, I might slide the Wraith
Hermès links, the slink
Chanel when she blink, she that 'Rari pink (Skrrt, skrrt)

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

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

Rich the Kid]
You ain't a boss you touch her
I might just paint the mustard
I got rich, that's on my
Say she love you, can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top, I Speed Race it
But my frames, they Dior, I see baby
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo'
Bring the money out now, I got mo'