Paper Trail

[Hook] [Naledge] Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky Get away in that cherry bubble I Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high Spark the doobie, we about to get high Money on my mind, about to get rich We young tycoons on a platinum trip From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh New York to uh, Chicago and uh Miami to the D town Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down [Verse One: Naledge] It's like Easy does it This here be a doosie My verbal treat a Double O snare like a floosy Slide inside, then on to the next one Spit that futuristic shit, George Jetson Ultimate Fighter, ultimate writer Stadium flow is made for cigarette lighters Behind mics my live punch light I'm Kimbo Slice Invoke nice Second to none Bump gums like the set of Nick Teen Nick Green with a sweeter sixteen and Little Aaron Reed on MTV Caviar in the form of an MP3 Made in conjunction with the real Hand delivered down from Heaven underneath Mr. Jabari Evans and [Hook] Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up) Get away in that cherry bubble I Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high Spark the doobie, we about to get high Money on my mind, about to get rich We young tycoons on a platinum trip From ATL to uh, VA and uh Berlin to uh, Dub A and uh Seattle to the H town Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down [Verse Two: Phonte] It's Phon' Tiggalo the show stopper You and your crew look so opera While I'm in Osaka Lettin' the beats bang till I'm hard of hearing Make the ear-ring just like some door knockers I always got to do my job and stay on top of my It wasn't written little nigga, it was prophesied In '03 I dropped The Listening and It took me from Paris to New York to Michigan and Niggas thought that we would get dropped But I just made a pit stop Re-tire like the Michelin Man Now I'm back on the track like Ricky Bobby and I Piss excellence, to step to this you outta your mind Me and Naledge the team It's a movement but nah We need class participation Raise your hands to the sky Let's go [Hook] Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up) Get away in that cherry bubble I Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high Spark the doobie, we about to get high Money on my mind, about to get rich We young tycoons on a platinum trip From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh New York to uh, Chicago and uh Miami to the D town Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down [Verse Three: Naledge] A shot of brilliance Chased with some excellence Heavy on je ne sais quoi Translation I'm somethin' like a star When it comes to the verbal spar Ride tracks sorta like a Nascar Limited time only ? Take a rain check on the lame trip Catch me on the ? sippin' Cabernet Eatin' Salmon fillet with peach jelly glaze Strictly on some player shit I'm not pardoning this But I got no synonyms just to say the shit I'm on my P's & Q's Cross T's, dot I's See the hunger runnin' south side in my brown eyes Not sayin' that I was poor But I was sayin' I could always use more [Hook] Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up) Get away in that cherry bubble I Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high Spark the doobie, we about to get high Money on my mind, about to get rich We young tycoons on a platinum trip From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh New York to uh, Chicago and uh Miami to the D town Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down All over the world