Pédro Losa - Paperwork Lyrics

I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it, I get it, I
I get to the money
I spend all the money
I'm making the paper work
She strip for the money
I tip her the money
That paperwork make her twerk
I'm counting this money
I'm drowning in money
You know that this paper hurt
I ride for this money
I die for this money
Say what is ya paper worth?

You know I gotta go for mine stay on my grind I'm putting in that overtime, uh
The world is mine I'm born to shine that's why I'm always on ya mind, uh
Clap clap, then I hit a dab, then I bring it back baby no rewind, uh
Everywhere I go I slay (Haa)
All the time (Uh huh)
Girl you got ass so fat need a lap dance
But never never shake it shake it for no half bands
Make it make it make it clap for a stack then
Then turn around and let him eat it like a PacMan
Mmm so delicious, then I give him this good good that's nutritious
Put it down like a n***a should f*ck you bitches
But you know that I never would f*ck you bitches (Haa)
Getting back to the paper, I'm stacking that paper and laughing at haters
I promise, I promise that you'll always catch me on my worst behavior
I'm sipping, I'm sipping tequila, I'm on that Cuervo with no chaser
And I'm making that paper work, watch her work for this paper (Oh)

I get to the money (I get it)
I spend all the money (I spend it)
I'm making the paper work (Paperwork, paperwork)
She strip for the money (She stripping)
I tip her the money (I'm tipping)
That paperwork make her twerk (Twerk for the paperwork)
I'm counting this money (I'm counting)
I'm drowning in money (I'm drowning)
You know that this paper hurt (Paper hurt)
I ride for this money (I ride, I die, my guy)
I die for this money
Say what is ya paper worth?

They wanna know what my paper worth?
I do no talking, I just let haters search
I took the good out the bad and then made it work
Now I go and get a bag just to lay a verse
Been bout my shit since my date of birth
If the the convo not 'bout dough then I ain't concerned
Just keeping the profits all up in my wallet
The bills in my pockets I straight up burn
I count up the dead's on top of the desk
Almost got a paper cut counting too fast
But that's how it is when the cash flowing in
On my catheter shit, gotta get to the bag
I got rappers mad and these n****s pissed
When I copped a Patek and flooded the wrist
No collateral stacks when you rich as this
Doing damage with this money in my fist
I handle my business while you n****s get dismissed
I add up the assets, No subtracting
Multiplying my dividends
Yo quiero dinero (I'm needing this)
No tengo un cero (Unless it's 6)
Y Cuando los quiero pesos yo voy obtenerlo
And ya better believe it (Un huh) bitch!

I get to the money
I spend all the money
I'm making the paper work
She strip for the money
I tip her the money
That paperwork make her twerk
I'm counting this money
I'm drowning in money
You know that this paper hurt
I ride for this money
I die for this money
Say what is ya paper worth?

I get to the money
I spend all the money
I'm making the paper work
She strip for the money
I tip her the money
That paperwork make her twerk
I'm counting this money
I'm drowning in money
You know that this paper hurt
I ride for this money
I die for this money
Say what is ya paper worth?