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"Paper Planes (Diplo Street Remix)"
[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

[Chorus: x4]
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang)
And a (click) (ching)
And take your money

Bun B:
Man I'm rollin' through the city
Old school on the big boys
12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise
Got the big toys, don't make me have to flash
Let a 100 rounds go you do a 100 yard dash

Back up in the hood where the rule don't shift
And the gangstas talk trill sip purple burn piff
You can call 5-0, and 5-0 might come
But by the time they arrive all the dirt had be done

Now one thing's for certain and two things for sure
Being poor's a disease got to hustle up a cure
Start with your head, homie, then use your hands
If you try it reverse, you don't even have a chance

Worldwide worry with the hunger and the curse
From the third world courtries to the second and the first
It sounds like verse but it's more like a plan
Get your robin hood on put some pressure on the man
Tell him...

[Chorus: x4]
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang)
And a (click) (ching)
And take your money

Rich Boy:
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 give me what I want
She ride in the trunk or either ride in the front

She look like 22 but she's really 45
For some reason she done made a whole lot of niggas cry
So bad that she made them all pull their money out
Take it out their pockets and put int in my pouch

Ah, gotta hate the way the girl do ya
She always wanna wat take take take the moolah
Gimme them pesos the cash and credit card
Might be a problem but the limp 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's motherfucking crazy

[Chorus: x4]
All I wanna do is (bang) (bang) (bang) (bang)
And a (click) (ching)
And take your money

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