Paper with Brian B Shynin Intro

[Intro: Bryan B Shynin]

This is your big homie Bryan B Shynin from Hot 103 Jams, host of underground heat

This next one is called "Paper", from that Tech N9ne Collabos, The Gates Mixed Plate, baby!

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Yeah, yeah, ahh!

Boy I'm 'bout my presidents

Benjamins and Jacksons

My name Jay Rock, a.k.a. get paper if you askin'

Catch me out in traffic

Traffic insult n' tragic

That magic trynna get that Frank Lucas and Ricky Ross cabbage

Find me on the freeway

Doin' deals on the 3 way

If you don't got my paper that chopper split you in 3 ways

My money runnin, it should be in some relays

No candles on my cake but everyday be my b-day

Comin' out that gutta, bitch I'm 'bout my dollas

Me and Tech up at the bank, takin' them paper showers

Who gives a fuck what you think, broke niggas envy hard

Gats in my drawers, guns in the car

Knock a nigga off, it's all about survival, dawg

Get money, fuck bitches, rockstar

I'm 'bout my paper, you 'bout some paper? Let's do some business

If you cross me, hundred round magazine you gon' get your issue

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Do what we do to survive (gotta get it)

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Get it like a thief in the night (you know I'm gettin')

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

I'm comin' for yours, now it's mine (all about it)

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

My mind on my money, money on my mind

[Verse 2: Joe Vertigo]

Vertigo with the hotness, flow from the block

Gotta get it for the hood and I come ​right back

Hit 'em and I split 'em with the venom

Run up on 'em full thrust when I bust and it's just like that

Who the fuck wanna test this?

Got the mind of a mad man movin' reckless

I'ma show you who the best is

Put the barrel of that chop right through your chest

Bitch nigga better fall back

Better stop your choppers, best you stall that

I'm a killer to the death, I'ma take your breath

Mutherfucka right where you fall at

It's 2.2 pounds, that's the weight of a ki and I'm breakin' it down

[?] ain't no talk on the phone when the boss is supplyin' the town

This for them niggas that ridin'

Them niggas that dyin' 'cause bitch niggas lyin'

This for them niggas inside

When I come around can't look in my eyes

Check 'em all for the swagger

OG uncut, addiction bagger

[?] turnin' yellow like a scene in a movie but it ain't no actors

This shit is real

Tryna hate on the boss might get you killed

From the bricks to the mic I've been rockin' and ridin'

I'm movin' with mass appeal

My squad gon' chill

'Til I tell 'em to run up and hit you with steel

[?] so it's time that I twist your pill

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Do what we do to survive (gotta get it)

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Get it like a thief in the night (you know I'm gettin')

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

I'm comin' for yours, now it's mine (all about it)

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

My mind on my money, money on my mind

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I've sacrificed everything to get this fuckin' money

It'll be a wrap just like a mummy if you try to get it from me

Think it's funny

Try to get me when I'm lookin' stunny

Your blood and guts runny when I bust in the middle open up your tummy, yummy

Federal reserve note

Better know the darn ropes

Let her go with her folks, find out that she rollin' with your dope

Rats never deserve hope, put a knife where there were throats

Varicose veins are drained, and not a single word flows

Dollars made boss, holla raised cost

'Cause all was in squalor because of all your days off

So I gotta get paid off, I'm a baller nay lost

Crosses and your wall lookin' like ragù and hollandaise sauce

I'll make ya the yapa no fakin' a neighbor, forsake ya

But if your face is a hater I'll erase your space on this place, ya

Better take the base out your trachea

I'mma waste your crepes and your Jäger

Not a fuckin' place will be safer

I'mma say that it's scraped in my nature to chase the

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Do what we do to survive (gotta get it)

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Get it like a thief in the night (you know I'm gettin')

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

I'm comin' for yours, now it's mine (all about it)

Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

My mind on my money, money on my mind