Solomon Childs - Touching Paper lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, What the f** is good huh, k**a Mob I hear n***as talk so much f**in sh** man Mitch what's good n***a, Yeah, Haha, That's right f**in stagnated a** n***as man, Like this [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Is you touching that paper, Is you touching that paper Is you touching that paper, Is you touching that paper [Solomon Childs] Layin back, Blowin that Hawaii haze Jackpot, Time to break open the bank I'm exactly what you think I ain't I'll get to gun bu*t'n n***as in they pucker ups I swear to God that's fake beef and it's nothin but a cover up For the side money these n***as make That hush up informant money these bird n***as take And got the audacity to get pissy in they pants You shake'n like a stripper n***a, Tightin up I'm so disappointed in you this evening my n***a You ever met somebody who been hustle'n one way for a while And you ain't see too much pop off, And ain't to much come forth But sh**, I ain't been in it that long And now-a-days I'm engaged in did ya heard I bought my Grandaddy a Phantom, Sent it to him in Honduras And Divine financed a duplex for my Momma in the Hampton's In the clubs of Decatur get spins with Flex Cause I spit that chemical X And they got by the C.S.I.N.Y., Hold em for ransom Paparazzi take'n pictures of the black Gotti Look Momma I'm handsome [Chorus] [Desert Eagle] I'm every two bit of big to be hold down weight Make'n the ground shake Homey you soft somethin similar to a pound cake I been while'n since they left me up and down state I been while'n been reppin for Staten Ilse's sake A big homey, Trip a little G, Sound great I got my stones with me and we hold down gates I got E.S.G., Here to take the state All Goonied up, Gettin all kind of cake I'll split ya wig, Boy ya did yall did Don't make me call them stick up kids Ohh, You a baller, Give me that sh** You don't want my Y.G.'s tip toe'n through the crib A train, Gang bang on your wiz We do the layin in the straight to the bridge, b**h [Chorus]