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Paper Touchin (Remix) (Feat Red Cafe Fat Joe Jadakiss & Fabolous)
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[Intro: Latif]<br />Paper touchin! I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got<br />Paper<br /><br />[Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe)]<br />I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got paper (HUH!)<br />I don't know what your money like but a n**** like me 'bout paper (Red<br />Cafe!)<br />I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper (That's all!)<br />All my n****s gettin paper<br />We got paper, we got paper (You know I'm cooler than the other side of<br />The pillow)<br />All my hustlers got paper<br /><br />[Verse 1: Red Cafe]<br />Listen up hustlers, I treat them bricks<br />Like the Wheel Of Fortune spin it, that's why I'm rich (DAMN!)<br />Sick, I should have been in Saw IV<br />But I'm numero uno trick draw four<br />HEY! I wave at the haters<br />They know it's me I be wearin all the lasers<br />Shakedown, we paper touch<br />Ever since I came home and escaped the cuffs<br />Cafe, servin the East to the West! (WHAT ELSE!)<br />I got 'em on E like Ryan Seacrest (WHAT ELSE!)<br />The Wire said keep the devil in the hole (THAT'S ALL!)<br />But I'm the chef my kettle is never cold<br />It's whatever for the dough, whatever on the 'flo<br />Like I'm from 'Frisco just tell me when to go<br />(WALLA!) Memorial Day in M-I-A!<br />I made it Hurricane Chris, Ay Bay Bay<br /><br />[Verse 2: Fat Joe]<br />Coca baby, you know the streets we run this<br />You n****s wanna talk crazy, till they catch at least a hundred,<br />OWWWWWWWWW!<br />The internet say the beef gone digital<br />Nah I'm in The Bronx like in the block with the criminals<br />Gat on the side but the Mac make him miserable<br />You n****s piss sittin down like my sister do<br />A Bronx legend like Boy George and Chicken Boo<br />Them Damou's keep hollerin out that SOO WOO!<br />Haters, leave 'em front of the bodega<br />My n**** Arnold Schwartzenegger couldn't take us<br />I'm ready for war I'm callin 'em out<br />Where you at? Pulp Fiction red ball in his mouth<br />I'm too real, Joe to I'll<br />We run this s*** wonder how Pun feel<br /><br />[Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe)]<br />I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got paper<br />I don't know what your money like but a n**** like me 'bout paper<br />I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper (WHAT ELSE!) All my n****s gettin<br />Paper<br />We got paper, we got paper (THAT'S ALL!) All my hustlers got paper<br /><br />[Verse 3: Jadakiss]<br />HA-HAH! Yeah...<br />Yo, if it look like a good write-off, I'm chargin it (uh-huh)<br />The Gucci napsack got a couple large in it (yep)<br />The CD player got El Debarge in it (hah)<br />Laid back, while your girl's massagin it (woo!)<br />I keep my loot saved, sell mad crack<br />Other than that, stay in the crib and watch bootlegs (yep)<br />Polo robe on, Louis Vuitton cleathers<br />Thick R&B chick, gettin my Hov on (OH!)<br />Soon as we unwrap 'em, cuttin the stove on<br />Cook 'em, cut 'em, and bag 'em then I'm gettin my O's on<br />I don't pay attention to internet bloggers (nah)<br />I really get it in, with the murderers and robbers (yea)<br />This is what a goon'll do<br />Treat your gravesite like a urinal then YouTube your funeral (hahaha)<br />It's just Jada (yea), and I might see you in hell<br />Much later, but right now I'm a touch paper<br /><br />[Verse 4: Fabolous]<br />Baby, I touch paper, so much paper<br />We can split it down the middle like Dutch paper<br />And fo' real, I don't even call it paper<br />I got money out the a**, so it's toilet paper<br />Shorty good money in the back area (Woo!)<br />Curve on her hip make me wanna Blackberry her<br />And everybody talkin duffle bag s***<br />Only paper in is prol'ly what they stuff the bag with (fo' real)<br />My swag fit like it's tailor-made yo<br />New York love me, I got a tailor-made flow<br />Oh naw, I ain't who to go hard with<br />My young boy'll do the job like the Omar hit, sheeiiiiiiittttttttt!<br /><br />[Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe) {Cassidy}]<br />I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got paper<br />I don't know what your money like but a n**** like me 'bout paper<br />I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper (WHAT ELSE!) All my n****s gettin<br />Paper<br />{Yeah! Yeah! } We got paper, we got paper (THAT'S ALL!) All my<br />Hustlers got paper<br />{We touchin paper over here}<br /><br />[Verse 5: Cassidy]<br />I'm paper touchin, hustlin, servin ev'ryday<br />You could even flip birds or flip burgers ev'ryday<br />You could work at Micky D's if you ain't workin with the keys<br />I'm a person that'll squeeze if I ain't workin with the cheese<br />I air n****s out but when you tear n****s out of the frame<br />They say your name and start workin with the D's<br />Now certain n****s wreckless<br />But the same dude that try murk you for your necklace be workin with<br />Detectives<br />They rats but they know that snitches get ditches<br />That's why you see vest's on certain n****s chest's<br />(UH HUH!) I guess if you from Kiladelphia Pistolvania<br />You gotta be a pistol banger<br />I'm the boss type off white crystal slanger<br />Keep a full clip and one in the pistol chamber<br />So if you cross the hustler or my man Red Cafe!<br />You probably 'gon be dead that day!<br /><br />[Outro: Akon]<br />Konvict!
Letra nueva de la canción
[Intro: Latif]<br />Paper touchin! I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got<br />Paper<br /><br />[Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe)]<br />I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got paper (HUH!)<br />I don't know what your money like but a n**** like me 'bout paper (Red<br />Cafe!)<br />I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper (That's all!)<br />All my n****s gettin paper<br />We got paper, we got paper (You know I'm cooler than the other side of<br />The pillow)<br />All my hustlers got paper<br /><br />[Verse 1: Red Cafe]<br />Listen up hustlers, I treat them bricks<br />Like the Wheel Of Fortune spin it, that's why I'm rich (DAMN!)<br />Sick, I should have been in Saw IV<br />But I'm numero uno trick draw four<br />HEY! I wave at the haters<br />They know it's me I be wearin all the lasers<br />Shakedown, we paper touch<br />Ever since I came home and escaped the cuffs<br />Cafe, servin the East to the West! (WHAT ELSE!)<br />I got 'em on E like Ryan Seacrest (WHAT ELSE!)<br />The Wire said keep the devil in the hole (THAT'S ALL!)<br />But I'm the chef my kettle is never cold<br />It's whatever for the dough, whatever on the 'flo<br />Like I'm from 'Frisco just tell me when to go<br />(WALLA!) Memorial Day in M-I-A!<br />I made it Hurricane Chris, Ay Bay Bay<br /><br />[Verse 2: Fat Joe]<br />Coca baby, you know the streets we run this<br />You n****s wanna talk crazy, till they catch at least a hundred,<br />OWWWWWWWWW!<br />The internet say the beef gone digital<br />Nah I'm in The Bronx like in the block with the criminals<br />Gat on the side but the Mac make him miserable<br />You n****s piss sittin down like my sister do<br />A Bronx legend like Boy George and Chicken Boo<br />Them Damou's keep hollerin out that SOO WOO!<br />Haters, leave 'em front of the bodega<br />My n**** Arnold Schwartzenegger couldn't take us<br />I'm ready for war I'm callin 'em out<br />Where you at? Pulp Fiction red ball in his mouth<br />I'm too real, Joe to I'll<br />We run this s*** wonder how Pun feel<br /><br />[Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe)]<br />I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got paper<br />I don't know what your money like but a n**** like me 'bout paper<br />I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper (WHAT ELSE!) All my n****s gettin<br />Paper<br />We got paper, we got paper (THAT'S ALL!) All my hustlers got paper<br /><br />[Verse 3: Jadakiss]<br />HA-HAH! Yeah...<br />Yo, if it look like a good write-off, I'm chargin it (uh-huh)<br />The Gucci napsack got a couple large in it (yep)<br />The CD player got El Debarge in it (hah)<br />Laid back, while your girl's massagin it (woo!)<br />I keep my loot saved, sell mad crack<br />Other than that, stay in the crib and watch bootlegs (yep)<br />Polo robe on, Louis Vuitton cleathers<br />Thick R&B chick, gettin my Hov on (OH!)<br />Soon as we unwrap 'em, cuttin the stove on<br />Cook 'em, cut 'em, and bag 'em then I'm gettin my O's on<br />I don't pay attention to internet bloggers (nah)<br />I really get it in, with the murderers and robbers (yea)<br />This is what a goon'll do<br />Treat your gravesite like a urinal then YouTube your funeral (hahaha)<br />It's just Jada (yea), and I might see you in hell<br />Much later, but right now I'm a touch paper<br /><br />[Verse 4: Fabolous]<br />Baby, I touch paper, so much paper<br />We can split it down the middle like Dutch paper<br />And fo' real, I don't even call it paper<br />I got money out the a**, so it's toilet paper<br />Shorty good money in the back area (Woo!)<br />Curve on her hip make me wanna Blackberry her<br />And everybody talkin duffle bag s***<br />Only paper in is prol'ly what they stuff the bag with (fo' real)<br />My swag fit like it's tailor-made yo<br />New York love me, I got a tailor-made flow<br />Oh naw, I ain't who to go hard with<br />My young boy'll do the job like the Omar hit, sheeiiiiiiittttttttt!<br /><br />[Chorus: Latif (Red Cafe) {Cassidy}]<br />I don't know if your money right but a n**** like me got paper<br />I don't know what your money like but a n**** like me 'bout paper<br />I'm 'bout paper, I'm 'bout paper (WHAT ELSE!) All my n****s gettin<br />Paper<br />{Yeah! Yeah! } We got paper, we got paper (THAT'S ALL!) All my<br />Hustlers got paper<br />{We touchin paper over here}<br /><br />[Verse 5: Cassidy]<br />I'm paper touchin, hustlin, servin ev'ryday<br />You could even flip birds or flip burgers ev'ryday<br />You could work at Micky D's if you ain't workin with the keys<br />I'm a person that'll squeeze if I ain't workin with the cheese<br />I air n****s out but when you tear n****s out of the frame<br />They say your name and start workin with the D's<br />Now certain n****s wreckless<br />But the same dude that try murk you for your necklace be workin with<br />Detectives<br />They rats but they know that snitches get ditches<br />That's why you see vest's on certain n****s chest's<br />(UH HUH!) I guess if you from Kiladelphia Pistolvania<br />You gotta be a pistol banger<br />I'm the boss type off white crystal slanger<br />Keep a full clip and one in the pistol chamber<br />So if you cross the hustler or my man Red Cafe!<br />You probably 'gon be dead that day!<br /><br />[Outro: Akon]<br />Konvict!
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