Lyrics Paper - Playboi Carti

I'm still counting, aye, aye, aye
Nigga I'm still counting, nigga mad at me
Ya I'm still counting
Had to drop that bitch at home oh
She ain't bout it, had to
I had the Porsche all cloudy
Aye counting blue hundreds in the lobby
She a bad bitch, a real sloppy bitch
Threw the chains on for doing it, the shades on
Dirty mix my Styrofoam, this my Styrofoam
She gone give me back fasho and this is not my hoe
Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe
Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe
Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe
Damn lil bro come get your hoe, come get your hoe man
Off the Porsche the Audi
Finesse you out your pockets bitch we bout it aye
Aye only rock designer, smoke exotic aye
Aye excuse me while I smoke this blunt in private yeah
Bad bitch gave me head in private
She ain't from Atlanta she exotic
Moving packs in straight exotic
Okay my shooters waiting on me in the lobby
Okay countin blue hundreds in the lobby
Paper, paper, paper out the fucking
Aye old hundreds
Bitch I been had that paper, paper out the fuckin
Fuck a nigga ya I'm so smashed
I just killed the rap game with my rap game
Look at my wrist game, bitch look how my dick swing
Aye Playboi Carti bitch we goin in
Okay Playboi Carti tell that hoe to google me
Okay my cup stay dirty, boy this shit put you to sleep
Might just pull in creet
All my niggas 10 deep, All my niggas 10 deep
Shout out who 10 deep