Mo Paper
Rich the Kid Lyrics

You ain't a boss, you can't touch her (huh)
You are not in charge so you have no power over her.

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr)
I am considering coloring my Bentley yellow.

I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah)
I became wealthy, my mother can testify to that.

Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah)
Even though she says she loves you, she cannot be trusted.

Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt)
I cut off distractions, put the roof down, and speed race.

But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't see, baby)
My Dior glasses are so dark I cannot see clearly, baby.

Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
I have more money than your boyfriend, which is why he is seen as boring.

Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters
When I show off my wealth, people become envious and start hating on me.

Where my stash box? (Stacks)
Where is my stash of cash?

Bring the racks out (racks)
Bring out the money.

Watch your bad bop (bad)
Be careful with your attractive girlfriend.

I blew that cash out (cash, what)
I spent that money quickly, no regrets.

Yuh, ayy, ran my money up now I got mo' haters (I got mo' paper)
I became wealthy and now I have more people hating on me.

Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I got mo' papers
Women want to have sex with me because of my wealth.

Now I Speed Race, I want more face
Now I want more attention.

My bitch bake the cake, I might slide the Wraith
My girlfriend bakes for me, and I might drive my Rolls-Royce Wraith.

Hermès links, check the sinks
I wear Hermès links on my wrist and check the sinks for diamonds.

Chanel when she blink, she want that 'Rari pink (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
When my girl blinks, she desires the pink Ferrari.

I need the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (fast)
I need the money quickly.

Pulled up, Lambo, niggas mad, mad, mad, mad (niggas mad)
When I arrived in my Lamborghini, other people became angry.

Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash (splash)
I wear Saint Laurent shoes and create a splash everywhere I go.

You might slip on a drip, you might need the cash
My outfit is so expensive that you might trip on the droplets and need money to recover.

I painted my 6-4 red, a lot of my homies dead
I painted my 1964 Chevrolet Impala red, many of my friends have died.

Some of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red
Some of my friends are Crips, while most are Bloods.

On Bloods, I need that head, I'm tryna feel it in my legs
I pledge on my Blood affiliation that I want oral sex, and I want to feel it in my legs.

I'm tryna spend a little bread, fuck it up at Saks, yeah
I want to spend some money and have a good time at Saks Fifth Avenue.

All my bitches drive Benz, I'll put you in a Benz (I'll put you in a Benz)
All my girls have Mercedes-Benz cars. I can get one for you as well.

All my hoes conniving, they finesse them M's (finesse them M's)
All my women are sneaky and manipulate men for their money.

Seen that nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did (oh yeah, yeah she did)
I saw that guy go in, and she did too.

Before you fuck me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
Before we have sex, clean your genitals.