[Intro: Dandrell Scott]
We trying to get money
Yeah, all day (D Scott got some beats, huh?)

[Bridge: Dandrell Scott]
We got paper in this bitch. (Bitch I’m up)
Yeah, we got some paper in this bitch. (Bitch I’m up)
We don’t need no favors in this bitch (Bitch I’m up)
Got too many haters in this bitch
(And here are the few of the countless rolls of paper)

[Chorus: Dandrell Scott]
One thing I need (Paper)
I ain’t even trying to stop it, look at my pockets
What do you see? (Paper)
And these hoes be watching, panties be dropping
What could it be? (Paper)
If the money ain’t the topic, I ain’t trying to talk it
Words ain’t free
(And here are the few of the countless rolls of paper)

[Verse 1: Dandrell Scott]
This that Rollie watches, money dropping
Music type of shit
You Rodeo shopping, Hermes rocking
Fancy type of chick
Oh, you like fucking with a n***a that’s rich?
Oh, you like foreign tags all on your fits?
Oh, you like flying overseas on trips?
Oh, you like Boosie when he talk that shit?
Girl don’t forget, if you really want that Birkin
Then that mouthpiece better be working
And the pussy better leak and be squirting
And the sex game better be perfect
One thing’s for certain
I ain’t tripping on the money that I’m getting
If you wanna get it, we can go and get it
Ain’t no limit to a motherfucker spending
But wait a minute, what you gon' do for it
[Chorus: Dandrell Scott]
One thing I need (Paper)
I ain’t even trying to stop it, look at my pockets
What do you see? (Paper)
And these hoes be watching, panties be dropping
What could it be? (Paper)
If the money ain’t the topic, I ain’t trying to talk it
Words ain’t free
(And here are the few of the countless rolls of paper)

[Verse 2: Dandrell Scott]
Yeah, rich n***a mode, and I stay in a rich n***a pose
And I got the hoes on freeze
Got bad chicks stripping on poles
And I got my own company
Hundred grand for the brand, bad clothes
Why these n***as hate Dandrell?
Cause they hoe doing God-who-knows
Whoa! I’mma put her in Louie
Put diamond cuts all in her jewelry
If she wanna act on screen?
Hell yeah, we can gon' make a movie
When it’s my duty
I ain’t tripping on the money that I’m getting
If you wanna get it, we can go and get it
Ain’t no limit to a motherfucker spending
But wait a minute, what you gon' do for it?
[Chorus: Dandrell Scott]
One thing I need (Paper)
I ain’t even trying to stop it, look at my pockets
What do you see? (Paper)
And these hoes be watching, panties be dropping
What could it be? (Paper)
If the money ain’t the topic, I ain’t trying to talk it
Words ain’t free
(And here are the few of the countless rolls of paper)

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
(Boosie Badazz, yeah!)
Hermes bag, that’s my bitch, Thursday swag
Money everywhere around this bitch
I got birthday swag every time I wake up, n***a
People say a n***a rich, rich, rich
I got a AK match my gold chain
I got friends big time with cocaine
I got a bitch eat my dick, I don’t know her name
I got 6 new cars in the cooler now
If we talking paper then you gotta say the Boosie man
Look at his watch
This n***a looking like a light switch
Ain’t too many n***as living like this
How I’m cumming?
2 bad black girls and a bad ass white bitch
I need a bag, and I ain’t playing ‘round, n***a
2021, money all around, n***a
Smoking out the pound, n***a
With exotic hoes, with Versace robes
Yeah!
[Chorus: Dandrell Scott]
One thing I need (Paper)
I ain’t even trying to stop it, look at my pockets
What do you see? (Paper)
And these hoes be watching, panties be dropping
What could it be? (Paper)
If the money ain’t the topic, I ain’t trying to talk it
Words ain’t free
(And here are the few of the countless rolls of paper)