Curren$y
Benz Boys
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims
Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring
Couple million dollars off my own strain
Your life like a video game, Gran Turismo
I'm in that GT-R 'cause I parked the six four
I had the match for the cash
Underground garage where I stash
These n***as still in competition
When I pass, move
2009 on time whenever we come through
Avoidin' the traps, these cappin' ass bitches livin' life behind Snapchat filters
Fuck them, this is us
Still G'd up and way more papered up

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay, I only care 'bout the money
Can't no one take it from me
And I'm smilin' all the time, but n***a, ain't shit funny
Leavin' out the Gucci store, n***a, ain't shit bummy
On the paper chase on your ring, they shit runnin'
Took four years off and the checks kept comin'
All the girls wanna treat me like I'm special or somethin'
We at number one, mean we standin' next to nothin'
And the shit you rock is fake, but that's another discussion
I see a lotta dudes hate and the shit is disgusting
And I travel all the time, always gettin' through customs
And my livin' room new, everything in there custom
And the gang with me, everything I got is because 'em
Fools need better luck, they be wishin' it was them
Go on tour when I want, 50k for the clubin'
We a bunch of rich n***as and our kids'll be cousins
And don't gotta open doors, we just pushin' the button
That's on gang, life (Motherfucker)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

[Verse 3: Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa]
Three hundred thousand on your block, stars in the hardtop
Come through it don't stop, unless it's bitches out
Money is all I'm 'bout, don't know how much I got
'Cause it's never enough, fill another safe up
They only play tough, they really cream puff
I roll another one, forever highed up
Uh, Off-White kicks
Tryna find a billion dollars 'fore I find the right bitch
Side kick, roll the weed up
Catch a vibe with a real n***a that'll check his bags private
Come learn how I live, me and Spitta 'bout to buy the island

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, woah
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)