Paperbond lyrics

Yup, yeah yeah

Oh, hahahaha

Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin' life

Ain't gon' ever run out

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1:]

Uh, get the cork out the bottle

Get that money up and make your style a lil harder to follow

I've been hustlin' all the time, that's the only thing I know

Now my watch is worth 30 thousand, got Cuban links and Italian

Boy I'm gettin' it

Ridin' in my ride lookin' filthy rich

Killin' these niggas I ain't innocent, my bad

Ain't paid the cost, see they just watch me then copy my swag

Say I fell off that's where you lost me

How's that when my name is in my upholstery

I'm rollin' up and goin' places across seas

Hopin' the neighbor don't smell the shit I bake

And every day I'm on another plane

I hardly sleep, but hey I wouldn't have it any other way

[Hook:]

Now here we are, now there we go

You rollin' on to where we smoke it all today

Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go

Now here we are

I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane

But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)

Now here we are

I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane

But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)

[Verse 2:]

Uh, so much money that when I pull up

Hop out and walk in the bank teller look at me funny

Know how much I get, know I'm liable to walk up in this bitch

Like Tony with big blue bags of this shit

And tell 'em, "Count it up"

Ridin' round in that Cali got OG kush in my body

My nigga I keep it G and that's Gucci or that Giani

I'm gettin' dressed for the airport to pose for the paparazzi

Mo' money, mo' problems, not how I see, huh

Mo' money, mo' Roberto Cavalli, bruh

Damn, ain't it funny how time pass

Only nigga in first class

[Hook]