Paper Mi$$ion

[Verse 1: Curren$y] It's a Ferrari to her, to me that's my blue car Simple shit with that, like riding at the Wal-Mart Triple OG I roll them fat bat, ballparks Homerun, back upstairs I gotta grab some more Raw Papers now I'm skyscraper high, admiring the lines of one Apollonia's body back in 1985 Purple Rain, on my window pane, drizzling a little No, a lotta hash, 'fore you get that doobie all twisted Mama, huh? I'm too lifted up to hear ya, mama Sound like you said you need a ride Better call yo homegirl tell her come get you mama Cuz I'm stuck like thumbtacks to posters Posted, word to Trade I'm roasted You know bitch Use the phone or there's the door bitch, go bitch [Hook: Curren$y] And I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission Mama you got me twisted, you'll have to report me missin' I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission Mama you got me twisted, you'll have to report me missin' I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission You'll have to report me missin' I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission [Verse 2: Kashflow] It's a supercharged Z06 But it's faster than a ZR1 I'm Kashflow the God These other niggas is fraud I'm the [?] On that hash oil, rooftop high with a tan broad Back in '89 I woulda rode her on my handlebars When I had that (dyno with the black mag, black mag) Now we in that roller coaster 'Vette, I'm a Six Flags Sixth ward niggas feature me all in my hashtags Showin' off at car shows, I ain't even met a bitch Maybach switching lanes, I ain't even steering it Knew she was a freak just from her body when I gave her a hug My younger niggas know I got it so I gave 'em a plug Dip on a bitch quicker, than the hands of Bruce Lee I put it in the socket, get it out before it shock me Ain't no shockin' this G And if the bitch still don't get it, I'ma tell em like Spitta [Hook]