Lyrics

(Hook)
I be on a paper chase
My vvs, they be cold all day
My vvs, they be studded
My drip, yea they love it
Balenci got me ugly
Haters call me ugly

(Verse)
Tryna get in but the lines so long
I’ll skip this shit cause I’m already on
Popstar flavor, I’ll really take her
I’m bout my paper so she getting naked
I got the status and I got the paper
Just got a call, yea my tracks getting placement
Too many bandz, I got too many hits
Shawty tryna bounce but she getting seasick

Yea these diamonds came from old school
They looking like the flinstones
It’s gone be like I told you
Cause I been tryna get on
Cause I been in the mood to get a hunnit bandz
Tired of whipping work and whipping in the pan
Pockets like the store, I’m really tryna bag
I'm really finna shoot, and bust a hundred mag

(Hook)
I be on a paper chase
My vvs, they be cold all day
My vvs, they be studded
My drip, yea they love it
Balenci got me ugly
Haters call me ugly

(Verse 2)

Look at my receipts, they could fill a room
Looking at your crush? She ain’t into you
She want her a baller, someone who gone call her
Someone with them dollars, she know I’m a baller
Cause while they got us stalling, you got shawty poppin
Shawty want it all in, and she know I’m a 10
She need her a 10

(Outro)
Huh
Fast like it’s Nascar
Hunnit on the dash
I got 50 in my bag, what you want?
You could have it
In the cut with the mag
You ain’t want it! You can’t have
Lose her breath like it’s asthma
I’m too cute
She can’t handle