Comedians*

[Intro: Swae Lee] Yeah Ayy, hey Uh, hey Yeah [Chorus: Swae Lee] That paper got them actin' more funny than comedians I wished them the best, I really did I wished it all, there was no Plan B Bring me more drank and [?] immediately She really tryna tell me she don't do this usually I keep one eye open in my sleep All 'bout going to hit a bitch who preach I did this shit for my dawg, rest in peace Nightmares just to live the dream I woke up with foreign exchange currency Hе talkin' paper and I speak it so fluently Hе tryna get it what's the difference between you and me [Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi] I can't link up right now I'm countin' up the paper, hell no, it's not a count down And yeah, I wanna clip, clip And when I get back to my baby I'ma lick her up and down Fluently talking bout that paper, really blowin fluently I'm talking about that motherfucking currency Imma try and get it, tell me what I need (Tell me what I need) I'm balling so I bought my bitch a GLB She's honest so I give her a piece of everything I was dying just to live the dream I had lamborghini doors at seventeen [Chorus: Swae Lee] That paper got them actin' more funny than comedians I wished them the best, I really did I wished it all, there was no Plan B Bring me more drank and [?] immediately She really tryna tell me she don't do this usually I keep one eye open in my sleep All 'bout going to hit a bitch who preach I did this shit for my dawg, rest in peace Nightmares just to live the dream I woke up with foreign exchange currency He talkin' paper and I'm speaking so fluently He tryna get it what's the difference between you and me [Verse 2: Swae Lee] Speaking so fluent, talking bout the plugs Spread that cash out, these niggas spreadin' rumours I'm with the old ones and with the new ones Riding 6 wheels lead the way for the movement Bust down on my wrist, that's too cut How you talking down, when I'm too up How you talking down, when I'm too up I don't wanna be none of these niggas, they imposters Niggas runnin round on their cap [?] All jokes aside, we don't catch feelings Might not crack a smile till my next meal Might not crack a smile till my next meal [Chorus: Swae Lee] That paper got them actin' more funny than comedians I wished them the best, I really did I wished it all, there was no Plan B Bring me more drank and [?] immediately She really tryna tell me she don't do this usually I keep one eye open in my sleep All 'bout going to hit a bitch who preach I did this shit for my dawg, rest in peace Nightmares just to live the dream I woke up with foreign exchange currency He talkin' paper and I'm speaking so fluently He tryna get it what's the difference between you and me