[Chorus: [?]]
They call me Paperman (Man)
I get that paper, man (Man)
Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)
Don't make me take her, man (Man)
But I'm just on the low (Low)
And you already know (Know)
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
That's just the way it go

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
They call me Paperman, Paperman
In that brand new [?] Suddan
My money stack up so tall
Like New York skyscrapers, man
I keep me a fresh tapper, man
Rich [?] them bases, man
This player is good at home
Like Kobe in Staples, man
He be tryna lock her down
She tryna escape the man
I pick that paper up in the mornin'
She is like my paper stand
They say money shapes a man
Keep them squares out your circle
And work ya money, n***a
Just don't let ya money work you
[Chorus: [?]]
They call me Paperman (Man)
I get that paper, man (Man)
Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)
Don't make me take her, man (Man)
But I'm just on the low (Low)
And you already know (Know)
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
That's just the way it go
They call me Paperman (Man)
I get that paper, man (Man)
Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)
Don't make me take her, man (Man)
But I'm just on the low (Low)
And you already know (Know)
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
That's just the way it go

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I'm a man who blow two grand or so
On sneakers made from animal
Even if they don't understand the flow
Bet them hoes understand the dough
Every ma'fucker on this planet know
Money keeps the world on spin
If I pull that [?] on in
Ain't no doubt your girl gon' grin
They like my shine (They like my shine)
They like my grind (They like my grind)
I take your girl, I bring her back
Ain't it like she mine (Ain't it like she mine)
Your ho's to blame (Your ho's to blame)
You know the game (You know the game)
It's Loso, bitch, but if
You wanna know the name, I say
[Chorus: [?]]
They call me Paperman (Man)
I get that paper, man (Man)
Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)
Don't make me take her, man (Man)
But I'm just on the low (Low)
And you already know (Know)
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
That's just the way it go
They call me Paperman (Man)
I get that paper, man (Man)
Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)
Don't make me take her, man (Man)
But I'm just on the low (Low)
And you already know (Know)
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
That's just the way it go

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Now, I dip through strips in a whip
On black 22's and chrome on the lip
Don't slip, don't trip, 'cause the tips
Are hollow in this chrome on my hip
I lean, so mean, so clean
That there ain't a stain on these clothes
Hoes run, [?], throw ones
We makin' it rain on these hoes
I ride through slow, just hide your ho
Don't let your girl see Loso
I think I'm this, I think I'm that
Man, I don't think I know, so
I let them know, we let them go
So please don't play with them boys
She wanna come, just let her come
Over and play with them boys
[Chorus: [?]]
They call me Paperman (Man)
I get that paper, man (Man)
Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)
Don't make me take her, man (Man)
But I'm just on the low (Low)
And you already know (Know)
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
That's just the way it go
They call me Paperman (Man)
I get that paper, man (Man)
Your shawty starin', homie (Homie)
Don't make me take her, man (Man)
But I'm just on the low (Low)
And you already know (Know)
Ya bitch choosin' pimpin'
That's just the way it go