Below, you will find the lyrics for Mo Paper by Rich The Kid.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Can't never switch
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
You ain't a boss, you can't touch her
I might just paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich, that's on my mother
Say she love you, still can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters
Where my stash box?
Bring the racks out
Watch your bad bop
I blew that cash out
Yuh, ayy, ran my money up now I got mo' haters
Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I got mo' papers
Now I Speed Race, I want more face
My bitch bake the cake, I might slide the Wraith
Hermès links, check the sinks
Chanel when she blink, she want that 'Rari pink
You ain't a boss, you can't touch her
I might just paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich, that's on my mother
Say she love you, still can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters
I need the bag fast, fast, fast, fast
Pulled up, Lambo, niggas mad, mad, mad, mad
Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash
You might slip on a drip, you might need the cash
I painted my 6-4 red, a lot of my homies dead
Some of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red
On Bloods, I need that head, I'm tryna feel it in my legs
I'm tryna spend a little bread, fuck it up at Saks, yeah
All my bitches drive Benz, I'll put you in a Benz
All my hoes conniving, they finesse them M's
Seen that nigga slide in, yeah, yeah she did
Before you fuck me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
You ain't a boss, you can't touch her
I might just paint the Bentley mustard
I got rich, that's on my mother
Say she love you, still can't trust her
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters