[Intro]
This a nice lil beat huh?
I don't got no time for this though
I left jail I'm a new man
I'm in London got my beat from London

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I done made so much money you can call me paper boy
Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy
Water 'round my neck they can call me a sailor boy
But on the real I got money
I done made so much money you can call me paper boy
Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy
But on the real I got money money money
But on the real I got money money money

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I get paper, Frontpage of the newspaper boy
I rock Gucci, on my salad I need some capers boy
I used to be thuggin' i was running around
'til my mama told me calm down
Whole Gang got 9s If they see you, you get blasted
Sniper Gang, South Florida you know what's happening
I got wings, timbs on my feet I ain't even capping
Cuban Link 'round my neck cold like Alaska
I just hopped up out the jet, bitch I'm the alpha
Lil n***a in the streets acting a rascal
I was like that too until I became a rapper
I got myself some money and look what happened
I was on bean when I got out
N***a I felt like a bullet I shot out
I'm only gettin' better bitch watch out
Now I'm like Kyrie I ball out
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I done made so much money you can call me paper boy
Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy
Water 'round my neck they can call me a sailor boy
But on the real I got money
I done made so much money you can call me paper boy
Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy
But on the real I got money money money
But on the real I got money money money

[Verse 2: Offset]
Paper boy Custom chains dripping like Phelps (drip)
Hot just like a sauna so the Ice around me melt (woo)
Flooded out my wrist and I flooded my neck
Bitch I'm I'm from the north I ain't worried 'bout shit (no)
Me and Kodak on the block yeah know that
Lil Bitch on my dick better blow that (yuh)
I just pulled at a show new Patek on my wrist
Lame n***as with Rickys and Diamonds that pink
Lil n***a I been moving bricks
Fuck a lil bitch pass her to the clique
Just like D Rose 50 pointer on my wrist
Came up from the mud and now a n***a rich (hey)
Glock shoot like a star make a wish
Fornite shit, Whipping with pumps, bitch fully equipped
Stay Hop out the roof in this bitch like it's lit
Big dog n***a you can't tame me, just quit
Walk around with toilet paper you can call me the shit
Mansion chain 'round my neck, on my windows see the tint
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I done made so much money you can call me paper boy
Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy
Water 'round my neck they can call me a sailor boy
But on the real I got money
I done made so much money you can call me paper boy
Just out jail now I'm just tryna make that paper boy
But on the real I got money money money
But on the real I got money money money