4 the Paper lyrics

[Chorus]
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her

[Verse 1]
She f*cking for them bands boy
She running off a xan boy
She f*cking on my mans boy
Finessing for the cash boy
BasedGod, that's my landlord
b*tches love the cash, that's for damn sure
She can fall in love but she's still a whore
A lot of Rolls Royce, that's for damn sure
Big money n*gga on the dance floor
b*tch be turning up, that's for damn sure
She be f*cking n*ggas for the cash boy
She won't look at me cause the game boy
I won't sweat a b*tch, that's for damn sure
She be f*cking n*ggas for the cash ho
Already know how the game go
Slam dunk the b*tch, punk ho (Figaro)
[Chorus]
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her

[Verse 2]
I'm a Richmond n*gga like that boy [?]
Made young n*gga off that coral reef
Lot of bad b*tches wanna f*ck me
I don't give a f*ck she don't got cash for me
I don't wanna f*ck unless she cashing me
I'm a sl*t, I'm a ho, b*tch throw the cheese
b*tch try to ride she gon' pay a fee
In the strip club I'm gonna make it rain
Ring the club out, I'm taking all the cheese
Keep it one hundred b*tch it's all me
A lot of fake n*ggas wanna hate on me
I'ma hit that n*gga with a f*cking K
I don't give a f*ck about a cracker b*tch
n*gga hating on me get his wig split
n*gga hating on me get his b*tch kissed
n*gga hating on me get his life b*tch
We still checking these b*tches
We checking these b*tches
We [?]

[Chorus]
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her

[Verse 3]
I told that b*tch she look like [?]
[?] my feelings don't get hurt
As I'm getting older b*tches keep me young
Call me R. Kelly, let's have some fun
Ate the b*tch pus*y with her pants on
She look like Katy Perry, I'm gon' hit raw
Bringing girls around, I won't be involved
Look me in the eyes, do you wanna f*ck me raw?
I can pay her, she can pay me
Leave the b*tch alone, she trying to stock me
Self-made b*tch, I hit the lottery
She can turn up, just follow me
All she wanna do is be with superstars
She can suck my di*k to be in my car
Now I'ma tell you some real sh*t
The b*tch was [?] was still sucking my di*k
I'm on another whole nother level
I never get tired, I'm on my own schedule
I never wanna wait
Left her roses on the floor, now we on a date
[Chorus]
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
She f*cking for the paper
Can't nobody save her