Paper Planes (Afrikan Boy & Rye Rye Remix)

[Verse 1: M.I.A.]

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I make 'em all day

I get one done in a second if you wait

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I make 'em all day

I get one done in a second if you wait

Sometimes I think sittin' on trains

Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game

Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame

Bona fide hustler making my name

Sometimes I think sittin' on trains

Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game

Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame

Bona fide hustler making my name

[Chorus: M.I.A. + Rye Rye]

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

[Verse 2: Rye Rye]

She's fly like paper, gets high like planes

Try to keep her from the U.S. but shes stronger than a gang

Well she's got a lot of fame, messing with the wrong name

I'm following her footsteps from the hood to the music game

My city on fire, ain't no need to put it out

Ain't about to set it up, 'cause I got fire in my mouth

And about to bring it out to the world

I want to touch the clouds, want to be a nature girl

I feel the rain and it's telling me to go far

I feel the pain and it's telling me the music calls

Should I stay? Should I go? I don't know, I'm kind of lost

But I'm aiming for success, I'm really sorry if you lost

Never take drugs but I'm highed up

All the music from my MC in the hood, growing up

It gets hard when you try to blow it up

So stressful, you say fuck it, you be like "I'm giving up"

[Chorus: M.I.A. + Rye Rye]

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

[Verse 3: Afrikan Boy]

I was at home, making my visa

Slipping on my government, yeah you know how it goes man

I'm fresh from Lagos, fresh from Nigeria

If I look angry it's 'cause someone stole my visa

If you walk into my kitchen you will see the white powder

I'll be by the cooker, whipping at you harder

Don't be alarmed I'm just cooking pounded yam

Afrikan Boy, I'll never be a drug dealer

I wrap and sell pepe in the markets of Abuja

I'm a legend, something like Jay Jay Okocha

My name is Olushola, I just set up my visa

I live every day like it's the first of October

The greatest hustler on earth I know is my mother

Like mother, like son, familiar like my father

Birds of the same flock share the same feather

I just want to make my dollar and my Naira

[Chorus: M.I.A. + Rye Rye]

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

All I wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot)

And a (click, ka-ching)

And take your money

[Outro: M.I.A.]

M.I.A

Third world democracy

Yeah, I've got more records than the K.G.B

So, uh, no funny business

Are you ready all?

Some, some, some I, some I murder

Some I, some I let go

Some, some, some I, some I murder

Some I, some I let go