The Paper
- French Montana (2021)You are listening to the song The Paper by French Montana, in album They Got Amnesia. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Intro: Diddy]
Talk to 'em
I like this one
Come on, uh-huh.
[Chorus:]
That's how it was and that's how it is
About get the, get the paper so I don't care
About get the, get the paper so I don't care
About get the, get the paper so I don't care
About get the, get the paper so I don't care
About [?] to music, I didn't have the time
To put it [?] get that rhyme, so.
[Verse 1: French Montana & Diddy]
Haan, I was stuck in ICU last year, this time
Now I'm thirty mill's up when I write this rhyme (Woo)
Bullet wounds in my head, it's why I slur when I talk
Cold breeze in my heart (Why?)
Burn through the yard
Duck and makin' sales, fuck a jail cell
Bitin' down off a pill, hope Max get beat the pale bail (Talk to 'em)
Posted on the block, still broke, hit a nerve
Talkin' jets, I'm Mike Tyson on the roof with the bird
Hundred-fifty for a feature, five thou' every word
Youngest grimy in New York even your mama gettin' served
Servin' rocks, had the state prop' with the low pocket (Woo)
Off a yacht, on my stomach, yeah, the only time I'm floppin'
Got the drop, you the plug, I'll blow out your socket
Non-stop, slidin' with the stick, youngin' playin' hockey.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: French Montana & Diddy]
From twenty packs, twelve twelve's and a fifty-eight (Ayy)
From twenty mill' in Calabasas on real estate (Woo)
Passed the front gate, park bench, it was me
She never met French, how she talkin' 'bout "We"?
First they took Max (Free Max)
Then I lost Chinx (Uh)
Then Ross put me on (Talk to 'em), then Diddy got me rich
Caught a million for a show, hundred thou' for a "Haan"
Hundred mill', a single soul, stop fuckin' with the man
Only Gs from my cloth lookin' like Dapper Dan (Ayy)
Quarter mill' on Tom Brady, that's about half an [M?]
Silverback ape, free Casanova out the can
Montana was the name, Coke Boys was the stamp, haan.
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Get the, get the paper so I don't care
About [?] to music, I didn't have the time
To put it, put it [?] get that rhyme, so (So).
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