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