'Paper' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Kinnikuman: Seigi chôjin VS senshi chôjin (1986)

Actors Hideyuki Tanaka (actor), Hideyuki Tanaka (actor), Masaharu Satô (actor), Masaharu Satô (actor), Masaharu Satô (actor), Kaneto Shiozawa (actor), Chikao Ohtsuka (actor), Issei Futamata (actor), Daisuke Gôri (actor), Akira Kamiya (actor), Daisuke Gôri (actor), Issei Futamata (actor), Banjô Ginga (actor), Banjô Ginga (actor), Kôji Totani (actor),

The Hater of Women (1912)

Actors Billy Quirk (actor),

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  Paper

  [Gill Graff]
  Paper make the world go around
  The essence of what superficial is, same time profound
  Skin-tone so brown, she got to make ends meet
  Cant be, mommas dancing now, daddy is a deadbeat
  What the Pen speaks, transpires on a daily
  I’m not one to rap about lies as long as u pay me
  she’s out stripping for men, but claims job is dancing
  deals with her guilt by saying she aint romancing
  so she feels better as long as she aint sucking
  and then she starts sucking as long as she aint fucking
  and then she starts fucking, as long as it aint raw
  and then it’s well, how’s he suppose to nut??
  So what’s the limit? don’t wind up in a clinic
  was it worth it for some minute shit that could’ve been prevented
  the aftermath trying to sprint to the money
  but stumbled on the way, such a humbling price to pay
  come on
  [Chorus]
  the paper make the world go around
  the source to reach the crown
  will the ambition bring me down
  because the paper make the world go around
  will it pick me from the ground
  or will it let me drown, let me drown
  [Gill Graff]
  some cant escape, behind the 8 ball
  unless you (a.) ball, (b.) rap, (c). crime, dope sellers
  hide from propellers, they cant get us, starving stomachs don’t know
  better
  detention centers to prisoner post letters
  its typical, cant we see is critical, some turn biblical
  some seem ignorant, when they’re really lyrical, cynical
  cant trust a soul - most are sold wit goals to reach success pinnacles
  whose to blame? Waive the law for Loose change
  cant be a known titty boy without 2 Chainz
  youth brains captivated, gangster role models , emphasize more bottles,
  so they imitate it
  the writing on the wall conveys the verdict, judgment day
  behind bars, homicide, first 48
  the aftermath, trying to sprint to the money
  but stumbled on the way, such a humbling price to pay
  [Chorus]
  [Gill Graff]
  rats crawling on em’, sleeping in a warehouse
  moved to a trailer, anonymous whereabouts
  father threw tantrums, ran away from ransom
  only friend I had back then died from cancer
  funds low trying to elevate
  pops sold his car for my pair of skates
  I remember clearly
  School bus bitches trying to get near me
  fucking hoes in the bathroom between periods
  Was broke as fuck, but always rich in spirit
  Saying prayers, hope you hear it, it’s hard to remain coherent
  I put my problems on paper hoping it’ll stray
  I illustrate pictures hoping someday it’ll pay
  So I’m going all in, that’s my investment
  Bout to marry the game, my niggas is my bestman
  the aftermath, trying to sprint to the money

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  Paper

  [Fes Taylor:]
  I get money all over the states
  So I can see the hate all over your face
  Fade off on the jakes, fans they see me in the Lamborghini
  Got bitches with tans in bikinis
  Seas like pans of ziti, NYPD
  My NYC D's got wolves that'll shoot you for three g's
  Son you better hope I squeeze freeze, fuck if I get locked up
  Know I'm going home like E.T.
  I got bail money, fresh off the block, still money
  Put away in a shoe box and steal from me
  I take fingers in exchange, my niggas in the game
  Never been afraid to stick you with a blade
  How can I be broke as hell
  When I can hit the block hard, son, I got coke to sale
  My last name should of been Paper
  Cause everytime I spit, it's like I'm giving you tips like you a waiter
  [Chorus: Fes Taylor w/ Mr. Prezident ad-libs]
  You getting money right? (Cop this yeah, drop a top)
  Them is 20's right? (Stop this year, don't know when to stop)
  Aiyo the honeys like (cop this year, watch the rocks)
  I said you hungry right? (Hell yeah)
  [Hook: Mr. Prezident]
  Aiyo, I'm just getting this paper, the more that we make, bro
  Just love how these niggas'll hate cha
  A car, truck, house and some acres, we won't let it break us
  Got rings like we play for the Lakers
  [Mr. Prezident:]
  Time has come for the Gov, to get that run
  So Fantom keeps begging me to give him my gun
  Dog it ain't easy in the slums where I'm from
  I done did a lot of things when I was slinging up jums
  So I keep the mack on me, to keep them cats off me
  Black stay flossy, you don't wanna cross me
  The Benz lean mean, birds fly when I'm cruising by
  See you dudes looking, ya'll schemin' with a crooked eye
  Yea, the bracelet's the basics, so tight, you can taste it
  Reached at your home where your face is
  Face it, respect it, matter fact, embrace it
  My necklace is grayish like white girl's braces
  Button up Mioshis, old school aces
  Can't forget the watch, cop bully box laced it
  Holla at your boy if ya stash get low
  Now I can show ya'll muthafuckas how to ge this dough
  [Chorus]

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  Paper

  [paper, the original, in english:]
  Here she comes, / she's running over the hill /
  With her friend / in tow. /
  I know that it feels / that there's no-one else on earth. /
  Oh, heavenly days, / you and me. /
  Ooh... / only love can mend a broken heart. /
  There's a place / that I've seen in my dreams, /
  I'd like to live there / by a golden sea. /
  The only sound / that I ever want to hear /
  Is the sound / of her voice. /
  Here she comes, / she's running over the hill /
  With her friend / in tow. /
  Ooh... / only love can mend a broken heart. /
  Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
  Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
  Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /

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  Paper

  Little pieces of colored paper
  Feel its grip and its will to shape ya
  Kneel before the greed
  that's gonna rape ya
  Call collect to the undertaker
  little pieces of colored paper
  valued more than its very maker
  It is your god
  It is your king
  It puts a price on everything
  Watch the color of our collar
  when you steal the almighty dollar
  The color of money is the color of greed
  That is a shade of green I do not need
  It plagues men's hearts
  poisons their souls
  They make the money
  but its in control
  You face the facts
  then you'd know that its true
  its got more of a right to exist than you do
  Put a price on your life
  My pockets are empty
  but my heart is full
  and I don't need money
  to give my life value
  You can buy the land
  but you can't buy the Sky
  There are some things in this world
  that your money can't buy
  THESE DREAMS ARE FREE

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  Paper

  [Intro: Dom Pachino]
  Yeah... where my muthafucking pad at?
  Here it go, flatten these fucking dudes
  Yeah, yo
  Paper, paper, paper, paper, yeah
  Paper, paper, paper, paper, what
  Paper, paper, paper, paper, yeah
  Paper, paper, yo
  [Chorus x2: Dom Pachino]
  Paper, paper, paper, paper, read about it
  I tell niggas stop being pussy, and be a G about it
  [Dom Pachino:]
  I finesse this flow, don't test this blow
  I'm professional, leave you vegetable
  Like to talk alot of shit, look at testicle
  Have 'em wet like a messy hoe, that I fucked out in Mexico
  Don't make me say it again, you are not my friend
  If we can't break bread and them ends don't meet
  I will scrape your face on a concrete street
  We don't hardly speak, you look strong, but you oddly weak
  Doorag and fitted, but you hardly street
  Should of woke ya ass up, but you had to sleep
  So a nigga just had to creep, little weasel
  You ain't cock diesel, I cock and squeeze through
  Your drop and bleed through, your hoes are see through
  My flow's unbelievable just ask the people
  Who's raps are lethal, who's tracks'll eat you
  P, it been 11 years and they still can't see you
  But of course they hear you, and of course they feel you
  Cause you a real dude
  You got the skills to pay bills and you eat some real food
  They waiting to eat, man
  They food is mildew, sergeant should of drilled you
  Don't hate on real dudes, cause, they will kill you
  [Chorus x4]
  [Dom Pachino:]
  Yo, I weight a buck fifty something, and represent
  A tough city that ain't fronting, nigga, stop talkin' bout it & make something
  Out of a great nothing pretty, this as gritty as it get
  Bags under my eyes cause my city never slept
  Yeah, just about as shitty as it get
  Make the best out of nothing is the prettiest success
  Never had much, but I had my respect
  Wasn't dealt every card, but I had a deck
  I can change the current state of hip hop, if I had a sec
  If it wasn't all about a check, but it is, so I gotta put the
  Chkk-chkk, hammer to your neck
  Just to get some mere play, who dare say, it ain't real
  You ain't boppin', this ain't something you can feel
  Maybe more so if I greased you with a mil', but
  I'd rather grease you with a kill
  For, not keeping it real, you fucking faggots
  [Chorus x4]
  [Outro: Dom Pachino]
  Yeah, yeah, everybody out for that paper, man
  I'm out for that paper, man, I'm not gon' lie
  Knowhatimsaying, I write my thoughts down on the paper
  To make paper, everything have to do with the paper
  I sign contracts, I sign the paper, knowhatimsaying
  I go to the bank, deposit some money, I sign the paper
  I sign them muthafuckin check, I sign the paper
  It seem like, man, the corporate world is all about the paper
  You wanna survive, muthafucking United States
  Pretty much anywhere the world, man, you gotta play with the paper

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  Paper

  Hold the paper up to the light
  Some rays pass right through
  Expose yourself out there for a minute
  Some rays pass right through
  Take a little rest when the rays pass through
  Take a little time off when the rays pass through
  Go ahead, mix it up, go ahead and tie it up
  A long distance telephone call
  Hold on to that paper
  Hold on to that paper
  Hold on 'cause it's been taken care of
  Hold on to that paper
  See if you can fit it on the paper
  See if you can get it on the paper
  See if you can fit it on the paper
  See if you can get it on the paper
  Had a love affair but it was only paper
  Some rays they pass right through
  Had a lot of fun, could have been a lot better
  Some rays they pass right through
  Take a little consideration, take every combination
  Take a few weeks off, make it tighter, tighter
  If you know it was never, it was never written down
  Still might be a chance that it might work out
  Hold on to that paper
  Hold on to that paper
  Hold on 'cause it'll be taken care of
  Hold on to that paper
  Don't think I can fit it on the paper
  Don't think I can get it on the paper
  Go ahead and rip up, rip up the paper

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  Paper

  Your peppered past is not the rose you led it on,
  it's all the incidents,
  you led it on,
  paper nights leading understanding mornings,
  to shake your size...
  it takes me all night,
  caught you on my sleeve,
  stopped for eighteen minutes,
  could not forget perfect imperfacts,
  married thenext year away tonight,
  make me work,

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  Paper

  Little pieces of colored paper
  Feel its grip and its will to shape ya
  Kneel before the greed
  that's gonna rape ya
  Call collect to the undertaker
  little pieces of colored paper
  valued more than its very maker
  It is your god
  It is your king
  It puts a price on everything
  Watch the color of our collar
  when you steal the almighty dollar
  The color of money is the color of greed
  That is a shade of green I do not need
  It plagues men's hearts
  poisons their souls
  They make the money
  but its in control
  You face the facts
  then you'd know that its true
  its got more of a right to exist than you do
  Put a price on your life
  My pockets are empty
  but my heart is full
  and I don't need money
  to give my life value
  You can buy the land
  but you can't buy the Sky
  There are some things in this world
  that your money can't buy

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  Paper

  Take the innocence free the children from their youth make
  them grow up before their time tell them about the
  uncertainly make them fear tomorrow give them the
  nightmares that wake you every night pour your soul onto

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  Paper

  Refugees, go 'head and do it
  Paper
  Go 'head and do it
  Refugees, go 'head and do it
  Paper
  Go 'head and do it
  Refugees, go 'head and do it
  Paper
  Go 'head and do it
  Refugees, go 'head and do it
  Paper
  Go 'head and do it
  Refugees, go 'head and do it
  Paper
  Go 'head and do it
  Ooh, I betca' wondering how I knew
  That you been tryin' to infiltrate my crew
  It ain't no hiding from the flava you
  Don't get it confused, you ain't untouchable
  (Go 'head and do it)
  And while I been tryin' to keep my cool like a queen
  (Ooh, like a queen)
  Without them bringin' the naughty girl outta me
  (Ooh, naughty girl outta me)
  Don't cha know I heard you tryin' to take mine
  While I shine, you're living fake lives
  Don't ya know I heard you tryin' to take mine
  But, while I shine ya lip and fake y'all styles
  All around me
  (Hata's tryin' to play La')
  (But, they know that they can't take her paper)
  Go 'head and do it
  Everybody talking see
  Spreadin' them lies about my friends and me
  They say that we're tighter than suppose to get
  That's because I haven't let ya chill wit me yet
  You make it hard for a girl to roll
  (Ooh, girl to roll)
  But, make it easy so my pockets stay swol'
  (Ooh, pockets stay swol')
  Don't cha know I heard you tryin' to take mine
  While I shine, you're living fake lives
  Don't ya know I heard you tryin' to take mine
  But, while I shine ya lip and fake y'all styles
  All around me
  (Hata's tryin' to play La')
  (But, they know that they can't take her paper)
  Go 'head and do it
  That's right, yeah
  Check it, check it, why
  Check it, check it
  Come on, come on
  Yo, yo
  Where my fellas at? Where my fellas at?
  Where my ladies at? Where my ladies at?
  As I look back on my life
  (Check it)
  To get where I am I had to sacrifice
  You slammed my name in your magazine
  This business gets hard tryin' to stay a queen
  You're checkin' for me, you need to check yourself
  (Ooh, check yourself)
  And be someone, not someone else
  (Ooh, someone else)
  Refugees, go 'head and do it
  Paper
  Go 'head and do it

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  Paper

  I'm gonna get that paper
  [Hook:]
  I'm gonna get that paper [x2]
  Major, fuck them fuckers now, spend a little later,
  I'm gonna get that paper [x2]
  Major, fuck them fuckers now, spend a little later (it's K-A!),
  (I'm gonna get that paper [x2]
  Major, fuck them fuckers now, spend a little later,) [x2]
  [Verse 1:]
  Look, I'm back I bun down the city,
  Badboy n I don't run round with Diddy,
  Hardcore I don't dumb down for any,
  If they ain't ready, tell em buy Jamie T, cause I'm heavy,
  Bassline messy n yeah I go Glastonbury n wear wellies,
  Cause I'm a known rapper, was no Fonejacker but I got the 'LCD' and it's HD ready,
  Look, I'm sick of the comparisons already,
  I listen when I square like Madison,
  Rent mansions don't stay in the Radisson,
  Any other rapper I'm bigger n badder than,
  See I'm in a different league, I'm a different breed,
  You're Championship, I'm Champions League,
  Back a day I was in that champion team,
  Name on the back 'brap brap' like I was on stage,
  N I rap bout 20-man deep, next that's Wembley? 20 seats cause,
  I'm one of the best MCs to spit it,
  UK or US fuck the critics,
  You spray n you dress with no fittin,
  Look, I'm the hardest regardless,
  See I'm on the road so they rolled out the red carpet,
  So cool with my? glasses,
  Limelight so I shine like varnish,
  It's my time, I'm now you're past it,
  You're an MC, I'm an artist,
  N I'm still old skool like a partin',
  I'm still half in, the industry half in the streets
  N the mixtape market, so I'm still hungry like I'm fastin,
  Tahahaha, to the bank I'm laughin
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2:]
  Look, I'm back I bun down the endz,
  I come for pounds you come back for pence,
  I own the flow n no doughs left?
  Landlord, I might come down for rent,
  I come to my senses early on,
  Now mamis got that Hermes on, with her Vuitton,
  Louis, case, mortgage paid,
  This place I represent, These people I'm there for them,
  These verses I recommend, You rewind n hear again,
  You won't witness this again,
  The MC spit so quick with such sense,
  Such soul, n success, Home Sweet Home, Classic,
  Fuckin Illmatic, addict, Kane's still at it,
  Don't make me prove this again,
  That I'm the shit I'm the best, with all due respect,
  But no disrespect, when you go right I go left,
  I'm different, if you ask me,
  I'm the people's champ like Ali
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3:]
  Look, I'm better I'm greater,
  Hot now veteran later,
  That's why your gettin them peanuts,
  N I'll be gettin that paper,
  I'm dark I'm Vader, no stranger, I know what grime is,
  I'm Legend like Will Smith where I live,
  Cristian D's over the eyelids,
  The shit we need to look the fliest,
  Diamond rings n no TV licence,
  Magnum Dom P n BT's cut off,
  Stereotype fuck that I'm a one off,
  It's just one of the things I do,
  Custom tracksuits n bling my shoes,
  Cause I don't wanna live average, do you?
  I wanna hear everybody sing my choon like,
  I'm gonna get that paper
  [Hook]
  Look, I make money, I make money money,
  I don't, take money, I make money money,
  I don't, make music just to make money money,
  I make, big money, to give money money,
  Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine,
  Cause every I'm hustlin I stay on my grind,
  Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine,

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  Paper

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  Yeah nigga getting’ paper, yeah nigga gettin’ paper
  I’m swiped out but the cars right
  Cause everything major
  Yeah nigga I take her, yeah nigga I take her
  I pick her up, floss out, make your girlfriend hate ya
  I’m pimping on your girl lil nigga it’s nothing
  Lil nigga it’s nothing
  Got that desert eagle and that black rig
  When that shit go, bang bang
  I’m pimping on these hoes, moonwalking like I’m Michael
  In this strip club with a gang of dub
  Tell yeah nigga go psycho
  One thing I don’t like, you niggas and these bitches
  But fuck what you don’t like
  Cause my mac game is vicious
  Y’all niggas blowing hoes kisses
  I’m blowing these hoes riches
  I’m tryina buy more benzes, I’m copping cartier lenses
  I’m took a case load, the ace of mo
  Don pete, straight patron,
  I got the belt and not take the throne
  I knew kim before he was on
  She was sucking dick at brandy’s on
  While I was sipping rum in another room
  In the studio offer, ain’t the shrom
  In the studio off that 8 of …
  Yeah bitch I’m winning, take your bitch like I’m pimping
  But I’m macking, pimp still packing
  Solar gang I’ll being that action
  Got no suckers in my section,
  Plus I’m respected
  I lick the pussy, I hit the pussy
  You bitches niggas ain’t getting pussy.
  [Hook] x 2
  Yeah nigga getting’ paper, yeah nigga gettin’ paper
  I’m swiped out but the cars right
  Cause everything major
  Yeah nigga I take her, yeah nigga I take her
  I pick her up, floss out, make your girlfriend hate ya
  Death to you haters, I’m on …in Barbados
  Sipping margueritas, 3 shots tequilas
  I’m turnt up and I’m paranoid, this money got me hella annoyed
  Loosing, I just can’t afford, I do the Maserati, not the ford
  All chord, remember the swords, nigga that ain’t swanking me
  My swanking gear is yeap, bitch I’m coming in for your neck
  These hoes love me, ready to go
  I’m jumping in like Geronimo
  While I hook them up like a console
  Hook them up like a console
  Condo it’s no mode and bitch eat this dick
  I put it on the vic, I’m slicker than big vic
  Look I’m bout to pluck your bitch
  Look I’m bout to pluck your bitch
  She want my autograph, cause all the cash is coming in so quick
  She want that bubblebath, she like to laugh
  Then roll out in that coup
  She ain’t fucking with you no more
  I caught her ear, high pursuit
  I’m a mac nigga 100, my talk game is crucial
  My status up, added up
  I make your bitch not choose you
  [Hook] x 2
  Yeah nigga getting’ paper, yeah nigga gettin’ paper
  I’m swiped out but the cars right
  Cause everything major
  Yeah nigga I take her, yeah nigga I take her

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  Paper

  Pay pay pay pay paper
  I can get you kush if you got the right paper
  I can get you pacs of those pills for the paper
  I can get your bricks of that white for the paper
  Shawty
  I can change your whole life for that paper yeah
  Paper ain't an issue iv been gettin money of done moved them pacs whether rain, sleet, or sunny I drop it in the pot it jump out like a bunny my recipe is funny it turn 'em into zombies a little bit of this a little bit of that I hit it with a razor then I throw it in the sack you can call it retty rock or you can call it crack but whatever that you call it best beleive it's coming back
  Pay pay pay pay paper
  Kush for the (paper)
  Pills for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhhhh
  Rob for the (paper)
  I go hard for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhh
  Hustle for the (paper)
  Grind for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhhh
  Kill for the (paper)
  But I will get the (paper x5)
  Yeahh
  Run up in the house for the paper stick the pistol dead up in ya mouth for the paper
  Yeah I'll tie your ass to the couch for the paper
  Cock it back and blow your brains out for the paper
  Make a nigga holla bout that might dolla 223 in my impala jumpin through your shit with some bullets size of baby bottles
  Throw him in the trunk and drop his ass off in that water
  They'll never find ya, ya ass goin float across the water
  Hold up, coma, piano wit pirhana
  I do it for the paper get up or you a gonna I'm lookin for the mona and I ain't talking lisa,
  What the fuck you talkin bout,
  Bitch I'm talkin bout that paper
  Kush for the (paper)
  Pills for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhhhh
  Rob for the (paper)
  I go hard for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhh
  Hustle for the (paper)
  Grind for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhhh
  Kill for the (paper)
  But I will get the (paper x5)
  Yeahh
  It's mister paperworth my pockets is my front desk
  They bout to bust so fo shawty I need more thread
  I'm on an all carb diet I want more bread
  For the paper I'll put 5 through your forehead
  Copped 6 bricks on the quick tryin to double up
  4 glass pots cookin cain watch it bubble up
  One dolla short fuck nigga I'll damage ya
  Real trap nigga got keys like a janitor
  Boyz in da hood never hesitate to pull a way from bathroom money we treat dough like it's toilet paper
  Blow good kush stay high like skyscapers
  Independent ballin baby we don't even need a maker
  Kush for the (paper)
  Pills for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhhhh
  Rob for the (paper)
  I go hard for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhh
  Hustle for the (paper)
  Grind for the (paper x5)
  Yeahhhh
  Kill for the (paper)
  But I will get the (paper x5)
  Yeahh

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  Paper

  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  The world, the world, the world is very diffrent now
  Everybody want some paper [I want some]
  Thats why we fightin over Paper [I know you want some]
  And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
  [I bet you would die, I bet you would die]
  Shame shame
  A fucked up game without the green
  Mighty might dollar bill y'all, bill y'all
  Have ya sinnin eventually in a coffin one day
  But you came back to hustle 'cause niggas got bills to pay
  Strugglin, strive
  An try to stay alive
  But in the meantime I'm gonna get mine
  Everything will be fine when I can eat and get high
  I may eat but I want to purchase some weed
  And have a place to P.O.D. when I want to
  But tryin to make the paper hate it on the world
  I gotta keep my glock cocked
  Niggas be plottin on me trying to hurt me
  So I stop
  But nigga whats up I'm in a hurry
  No time for conversations with niggas just thinkin to murder me
  But I pin them everytime [everytime]
  Time after time
  Just try trickin be deceased
  No more your life
  Friends, is usually your foes
  You know you're just like evrybody I trust
  Nobody, 'cause....
  Everybody want some paper [I want some]
  Thats why we fightin over Paper [I know you want some]
  And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
  [I bet you would die, I bet you would die]
  Money money money
  Make your, make your cash flow
  Money money money
  Make your, make your cash flow
  Money money money
  Make your, make your cash flow
  Money money money
  Make your, make your cash flow
  My niggas don't you think it's funny sometimes
  That you could be so quick to do a crime
  You can come up and get robbed and shot
  But you got the same job
  Treat your buisness
  Sometime you get your wig split
  But shit
  For the chedder I guess we just be willin to risk it
  This is a stick up
  Give up the cash
  And while the purse nigga dash
  Turned around and put a bullet up in your ass
  Desperate ass niggas don't play
  Me and my niggas it ain't al day
  And you can go to the grave for mear play
  Niggas play dirty 'cause we're out here hungry
  We just want a meal on the table
  And a mil in the pocket
  You die if you cannot pay for your life
  Niggas is fightin
  And thats why....
  Big hundred dollar bills y'all
  Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
  Big hundred dollar bills y'all
  Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
  Big hundred dollar bills y'all
  Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
  Big hundred dollar bills y'all
  Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all
  Would you kill, would you kill, would you kill
  For them hundred dollar bills y'all
  Would you kill, would you kill, would you kill
  For them hundred dollar bills y'all
  Everybody want some paper [I want some]
  Thats why we fightin over Paper [I know you want some]
  And when you die, I bet you die trying to get some paper
  [I bet you would die, I bet you would die]
  Better make your cash flow
  Nigga better make your cash flow
  Nigga make your money man
  [Better hustle up and make your cash flow]