M.I.A. - Paper Planes (Diplo Street Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one done in a second if you wait I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one done in a second if you wait [Verse 2] Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game Everyone's a winner we're making our fame Bonafide hustler making my name Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game Everyone's a winner we're making our fame Bonafide hustler making my name [Hook] All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money [Verse 3: Bun B] Man I'm rollin' through the city, old school on them big boys 12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise Got the big toys (toys), dont make me have to flash Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift And the gangstas talk trills, sip purp and burn piff You can call 5-0 and 5-0 might come But by the time that they arrive all that dirt had been done Now one things for certain, and two things for sure Being poor is a disease, gotta hustle up a cure Start with your head homie then use your hands If you try it in reverse, you dont even have a chance We worldwide worried with the hunger and the thirst From the third world countries to the second and the first It sounds like a verse but its more like a plan Get your Robin Hood on, put some pressure on the man, tell it! [Hook] All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money [Verse 4: Rich Boy] I wake up in the morning with my b**h in the bed She don't like the police and she sure hate the feds I love my girl cause she gives me what I want She ride in the trunk or either ride in the front She looks like 22 but she really 45 Some reason she done made a whole lotta n***as cry So bad that she make ‘em all pull they money out Take it out they pockets and they put it in my pouch Ouch! gotta hurt the way that girl do ya She always wanna what take, take, take the moolah Gimmie them pesos the cash and the credit card Might be a broad but the lil' b**h hit ya hard You the police and we is the robbers You need more than them helicopters to stop us Excuse me, let me introduce my lady Her name is Beretta and she mothaf**in crazy! [Hook] All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang* And *Click* *Ka-Ching* And take your money