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    There Is No Competition 2008 ©

    Paperman

    They call me Paperman, I get that paper man
    Your shorty starin homie, don't make me take her man
    But I'm just on the low, and you already know
    Yo' bitch choosin Pimpin, that's just the way it go


    They call me Paperman, Paperman, in that brand new Chevy Sedan
    My money stack up so tall, like New York skyscrapers man
    I keep me a fresh taper man, Rich Young on the bases man
    This player is good at home, like Kobe in Staples man




    They call me Paperman, Paperman, in that brand new Chevy Sedan
    My money stack up so tall, like New York skyscrapers man
    I keep me a fresh taper man, Rich Young on the bases man
    This player is good at home, like Kobe in Staples man
    He be tryin to lock her down, she tryin to escape the man
    I pick that paper up in the mornin she is like my paper stand
    They say money shapes a man, keep them squares out your circle
    And work yo' money nigga just don't let yo' money work you




    I'm a man to blow two grand or so on sneakers made from animal
    Even if they don't understand the flow, bet them hoes understand the dough
    Every motherfucker on this planet know, money keeps the world on spin
    If I put the spur on in, ain't no doubt yo' girl gone grin
    They like my shine... they like my grind
    I take yo' girl, I bring her back, ain't like she mine
    Your hoe's to blame... you know the game
    It's 'Loso Rich but if you wanna know the name I say




    Now I dip through strips in a whip
    On black 22's and chrome on the lip
    Don't slip, don't trip cause the tips are hollow
    in this chrome on my hip
    I lean so mean, so clean
    that there ain't a stain on these clothes
    Hoes run don't stunt the ones
    We makin it rain on these hoes
    I ride through slow, just hide yo' hoe
    Don't let yo' girl see 'Loso
    I think I'm this, I think I'm that
    Man I don't think I know so
    I let them know, we let them go
    So please don't play wit them boys
    She wanna come, just let her come
    over and play with them boys

    2008 ©




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