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letra de paper touchin (remix part two) - red cafe

[intro: latif]
paper touchin! i don’t know if your money right but a n-gga like me got paper

[chorus: latif] (red cafe)
i don’t know if your money right but a n-gga like me got paper (huh!)
i don’t know what your money like but a n-gga like me ’bout paper (red cafe!)
i’m ’bout paper, i’m ’bout paper (that’s all!)
all my n-ggas gettin paper
we got paper, we got paper (you know i’m cooler than the other side of the pillow)
all my hustlers got paper

[verse 1: red cafe]
listen up hustlers, i treat them bricks
like the wheel of fortune spin it, that’s why i’m rich (d-mn!)
sick, i should have been in saw iv
but i’m numero uno trick draw four
hey! i wave at the haters
they know it’s me i be wearin all the lasers
shakedown, we paper touch
ever since i came home and escaped the cuffs
cafe, servin the east to the west! (what else!)
i got ’em on e like ryan seacrest (what else!)
the wire said keep the devil in the hole (that’s all!)
but i’m the chef my kettle is never cold
it’s whatever for the dough, whatever on the ‘flo
like i’m from ‘frisco just tell me when to go
(walla!) memorial day in m-i-a!
i made it hurricane chris, ay bay bay

[verse 2: fat joe]
coca baby, you know the streets we run this
you n-ggas wanna talk crazy, till they catch at least a hundred, owwwwwwwww!!!!!!!
the internet say the beef gone digital
nah i’m in the bronx like in the block with the criminals
gat on the side but the mac make him miserable
you n-ggas p-ss sittin down like my sister do
a bronx legend like boy george and chicken boo
them damou’s keep hollerin out that soo woo!!!!!!!
haters, leave ’em front of the bodega
my n-gga arnold schwartzenegger couldn’t take us
i’m ready for war i’m callin ’em out
where you at? pulp fiction red ball in his mouth
i’m too real, joe to ill
we run this sh-t wonder how pun feel

[chorus: latif] (red cafe)
i don’t know if your money right but a n-gga like me got paper
i don’t know what your money like but a n-gga like me ’bout paper
i’m ’bout paper, i’m ’bout paper (what else!!!) all my n-ggas gettin paper
we got paper, we got paper (that’s all!!!) all my hustlers got paper

[verse 3: jadakiss]
ha-hah!!!! yeah..
yo, if it look like a good write-off, i’m chargin it (uh-huh)
the gucci napsack got a couple large in it (yep)
the cd player got el debarge in it (hah)
laid back, while your girl’s m-ssagin it (woo!)
i keep my loot saved, sell mad crack
other than that, stay in the crib and watch bootlegs (yep)
polo robe on, louis vuitton cleathers
thick r&b chick, gettin my hov on (oh!!)
soon as we unwrap ’em, cuttin the stove on
cook ’em, cut ’em, and bag ’em then i’m gettin my o’s on
i don’t pay attention to internet bloggers (nah)
i really get it in, wit the murderers and robbers (yea)
this is what a goon’ll do
treat your gravesite like a urinal then youtube your funeral (hahaha)
it’s just jada (yea), and i might see you in h-ll
much later, but right now i’ma touch paper

[verse 4: fabolous]
baby, i touch paper, so much paper
we can split it down the middle like dutch paper
and fo’ real, i don’t even call it paper
i got money out the -ss, so it’s toilet paper
shorty good money in the back area (woo!)
curve on her hip make me wanna blackberry her
and everybody talkin duffle bag sh-t
only paper in is prol’ly what they stuff the bag with (fo’ real)
my swag fit like it’s tailor-made yo
new york love me, i got a tailor-made flow
oh naw, i ain’t who to go hard wit
my young boy’ll do the job like the omar hit, sheeiiiiiiittttttttt!

[outro: akon]
konvict!!!!!

- red cafe

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