P.R.L - Paper [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Paper...

[Chorus]
My niggas out here they eating everyday
Eating so that my family can have a way
I spray the k if you get all in the way of
My paper paper...

[Verse 1:T.O.A]
This paper yeah I gotta get it y'all know I can't get enough
Never been to milwakue but always had them fucking bucks
You acting tough you getting slushed my niggas be quick to bus'
It's a cold world I'm the type nigga to heat it up
Blow so many checks fuck my ex bitch look at my neck
Niggas think they ballin but they out here catching rec
Acing any nigga that call himself giving me a test
Bitch I'm the best fuck who up next get money to I'm put to rest
Acting foul you catch the tec but I am not a fucking ref
Pop up at ya home address cause you the type who trying to flex
Then I send yo bitch a text then she come through and give me neck
And then you know what had happened next... I said
Pop up at ya home address cause you the type who trying to flex
Then I send yo bitch a text then she come through and give me neck
And then you know what had happened next that's why she ain't come home man
And you know where she was at, at Toast crib cooling man

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:Reese Money]
It's Reese Money stack money boy it's nothing new
Trying to touch my stack get it hit with the mack catch bout thirty two
My old forty five had the block jumping like Jordan too
Pull em' to the scene blue cheese and the black jeans
Hella lean I think my Kobe's on my feet
Yo bitch keep texting me she stay all up on my meat
Damn, in the street with my squad yeah it's me
Big SD Toastman hella heat late night trying to creep
My shooters sending shots all at ya jeep
Damn, y'all little boys better not play with me
I ain't no game this ain't monolopy
Yo bitch with me she gone be topping me
You know I got that work it's all on me
Whipping my wrist to it fall off of me
Baby nine on me so niggas better think cautiously

[Chorus]