WWYD lyrics

by

Birdman


[Intro]
Yeah Quan
Rich Homie
One five what it do?
My n*gga
Quan
What it do?
Rich Homie Baby!

[Verse One]
I know a lot of n*ggas out here broke who will do anything for that paper
And I know a lot of b*tches out here broke, wearing a lot of fake hair, a bunch of make-up(get back hoe)
I was broke down bad with a pager (I was)
I'm from East Atlanta not Decatur (Zone 6)
I remember we ain't use to have cable (have none)
I remember I was hungry I would stay up
And I'm like what would you do for some paper? (I don't know)
Back then n*gga I do anything for some paper, straight up (that right too)
That bid I did, I was kicking door for that paper (get money)
And them neighbors said they say me creeping round the corner
But they just hating cause I'm on the come up

[Pre-Chorus]
I remember I was broke down bad for the longest (hey)
Had to thank my God on the way up (I was broke n*gga)
On the f*ck sh*t riding with the 40 (fa fa)
If you owe me, n*gga better pay up (pay up n*gga)
Don't talk that sh*t n*gga show me (just show me)
I'll aim for a ass n*gga straight up (rich homie)
Got a couple b*tches saying they know me (you don't know me)
But Ima let the money talk for me, so I'm like
[Chorus]
What would you do for some paper?
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do for some paper?
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do for some paper?
What would you do for some paper?
I heard you wanna f*ck me girl, you prolly wanna f*ck this cash
I heard you wanna f*ck me girl, you prolly wanna f*ck this cash
Yeah, what would you do for some paper?
What would you do for some paper?

[Verse Two]
You prolly wanna suck a lil di*k, prolly wanna f*ck with my clique, for that paper
Boy I'm trying to f*ck yo b*tch, then pass the ho to my clique
Why you hatin'?
The n*gga know all my homies rich I ain't gotta prove to you sh*t
We on our way up, all my dudes paid up
No more Molly gotta stay up
What would you do for some paper?
Would you cross your partner for some paper?
When he been your partner since day 1
That ain't real shawty (nah)
That money got your head f*cked up (it do)
That's your partner girl but you f*cked her, and yall pose to be like brothers
But ya'll showing me I can't trust ya(nah n*gga)
That forty homie damn right, n*gga Ima bust ya(fa fa fa)
And if I got the choppa homie, Ima make him sing like Usher
Got the authority, b*tches reppin' Rich Homie like a sorority
[Pre-Chorus]
I remember I was broke down bad for the longest (hey)
Had to thank my God on the way up (I was broke n*gga)
On the f*ck sh*t riding with the 40 (fa fa)
If you owe me, n*gga better pay up (pay up n*gga)
Don't talk that sh*t n*gga show me(just show me)
I'll aim for a ass n*gga straight up (rich homie)
Got a couple b*tches saying they know me (you don't know me)
But Ima let the money talk for me, so I'm like

[Outro]
So I'm like what would you do for some paper?
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do for some paper? What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do for some paper?
What would you do for some paper?
I heard you wanna f*ck me girl, prolly wanna f*ck this cash
I heard you wanna f*ck me girl, prolly wanna f*ck this cash
Yeah, what would you do for some paper?
What would you do for some paper?
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