Paper Cha$in' lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

Dolla bill

Yeah

Music, from the soul y'all

Yeah

I tell my niggas we gotta chase the bills

Thousands, a couple mills

Vanilla skies, nice crib

Dependin' on the weather how I choose my 'mobile

Cruise through the strip just to cop a zip

Bad chick tatted underneath her lip

Get a lift, guarantee I'm gonna hit

She love the shit I wear, sponsored by the time of year

Always prepared, dutch master

In her ear, get plastered

My crew members get hazzard

Skateboardin' fashion Nascar drivin

Your hoe love my adlibs

Dolla bill

(Dope)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

I gotta get the cash

All my niggas skate, all you niggas hate

This Fendi on my waist

Your chick gave me that "I can't feel my face"

I can't feel my face

I got a foreign car, foreign broad

Good head, pornstar

Cash first, fuck y'all

Creamtoppers I gotta ball

Outfit come from Montreal, make a scene when I'm in the mall

Freeze, hold up

Your girl, she gon' run up

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

I gotta get the cash