M.I.A. - Paper Planes (DR Remix) Lyrics






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Paper Planes (DR Remix) Lyrics

I get what they looking for
Keep what they looking for
All they got to do is tell me what they looking for
I'm the dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman
Dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman

[Lil Wayne:]
Money to be made best delieve a nigga got it
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I bet you 10 g's tell the bitch to go shopping
She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper
See nigga try to kick it but no I don't play sucka
I'm all about my paper tryna marry betty crocker
I pack a joint away you know my whip game proper
Enough for one kill see 70 thousand dollars
I was shooting dice (what)
Smoking on the joint (what)
I bet william got it he hit 5 straight points
We over here hustlin over here grindin
You rap about money and a nigga might sign ya
Rap about me and a nigga might find ya
Banana in your ass with your head right behind ya
Dope game bitch let his momma worry bout him
You can holla at me A FIEND!

[Chorus: x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)
And a (CHA KA! CHING!)
And take your money

[50 Cent:]
Now who you know besides me
Who writes lines as sweet lines
I had hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines
You don't want me to be yo kid's role model
I teach em how to buck with the beauties and roll with the models
Have shorty fresh off the stoop and ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sittin in the crib sippin guiness watchin menace then oh lord
Havin young nigga buckin shit like he old dawg
My team they depend on me when it's first time
I eat a nigga food more yay like it's lunch time
U feelin brave nigga go head get gutty
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out yo skully
I done made myself out so ain't shit u could tell me
Now niggas callin me to fix ya man fuck your money
I ain't hurtin I'm aight nigga I'm doing good
I ain't gotta write rhymes I got bricks in the hood

[Chorus: x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)
And a (CHA KA! CHING!)
And take your money

M.I.A. third world democracy
Yeah I got more records than the K.G.B.
So uh no funny business

Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go

[Chorus: x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)
And a (CHA KA! CHING!)
And take your money

Thro throw throw throw yo muthafuckin hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to yo muthafuckin man
Get em high
Now I ain't ever tell you to put down yo hands
Keep em high
And if you losing yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

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