Lyrics Paper Planes - Diplo Street Remix feat. Bun B & Rich Boy - M.I.A. feat. Bun B & Rich Boy
I
fly
like
paper,
get
high
like
planes
If
you
catch
me
at
the
border,
I
got
Visas
in
my
name
If
you
come
around
here,
I
make
'em
all
day
I'll
get
one
done
in
a
second
if
you
wait
I
fly
like
paper,
get
high
like
planes
If
you
catch
me
at
the
border,
I
got
Visas
in
my
name
If
you
come
around
here,
I
make
'em
all
day
I'll
get
one
done
in
a
second
if
you
wait
Sometimes
I
think
sittin'
on
trains
Every
step
I
get
to
I'm
clockin'
that
game
Everyone's
a
winner
we're
making
our
fame
Bona
fide
hustler
making
my
name
Sometimes
I
think
sittin'
on
trains
Every
step
I
get
to
I'm
clockin'
that
game
Everyone's
a
winner
we're
making
our
fame
Bona
fide
hustler
making
my
name
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
Man,
I'm
rollin'
through
the
city,
old
school
on
them
big
boys
12
inch
woofers
in
the
trunk,
making
big
noise
Got
the
big
toys
(toys),
don't
make
me
have
to
flash
Let
a
hundred
rounds
go,
you
do
a
hundred
yard
dash
Back
up
in
the
hood
where
the
rules
dont
shift
And
the
gangstas
talk
trills,
sip
purp
and
burn
piff
You
can
call
5-0
and
5-0
might
come
But
by
the
time
that
they
arrive
all
that
dirt
had
been
done
Now
one
things
for
certain,
and
two
things
for
sure
Being
poor
is
a
disease,
gotta
hustle
up
a
cure
(cure)
Start
with
your
head
homie
then
use
your
hands
If
you
try
it
in
reverse,
you
dont
even
have
a
chance
(chance)
We
worldwide
worried
with
the
hunger
and
the
thirst
From
the
third
world
countries
to
the
second
and
the
first
(first)
It
sounds
like
a
verse
but
its
more
like
a
plan
Get
your
Robin
Hood
on,
put
some
pressure
on
the
man,
tell
it
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,,bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
I
wake
up
in
the
morning
with
my
bitch
in
the
bed
She
don't
like
the
police
and
she
sure
hate
the
feds
I
love
my
girl
cause
she
gives
me
what
I
want
She
ride
in
the
trunk
or
either
ride
in
the
front
She
looks
like
22
but
she
really
45
Some
reason
she
done
made
a
whole
lotta
niggas
cry
So
bad
that
she
make
'em
all
pull
they
money
out
Take
it
out
they
pockets
and
they
put
it
in
my
pouch
Ouch,
gotta
hurt
the
way
that
girl
do
ya
She
always
wanna
what
take,
take,
take
the
moolah
Gimmie
them
pesos
the
cash
and
the
credit
card
Might
be
a
broad
but
the
lil'
bitch
hit
ya
hard
You
the
police
and
we
is
the
robbers
You
need
more
than
them
helicopters
to
stop
us
Excuse
me,
let
me
introduce
my
lady
Her
name
is
Beretta
and
she
mothafuckin'
crazy
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
All
I
wanna
do
is
(bang,
bang,
bang,
bang)
And
a
(click,
ching)
And
take
your
money
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