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Artiste : Diddy
Titre : The Paper
[Diddy]
Talk to ´em
I like this one
Come on, uh-huh

That´s how it was and that´s how it is
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
Now put it to music, I didn´t have the time
To put a dope beat to get that rhyme, so

[French Montana & Diddy]
Haan, I was stuck in ICU last year, this time
Now I´m thirty mils up when I write this rhyme (Woo)
Bullet wounds in my head, it´s why I slur when I talk
Cold breeze in my heart (Why?), burn through the yard
Duck and makin´ sales, fuck a jail cell
Bitin´ down off a pill, hope Max get beat the pale bail (Talk to ´em)

Posted on the block, still broke, hit a nerve
Talkin´ jets, I´m Mike Tyson on the roof with the bird
Hundred-fifty for a feature, five thou´ every word
Youngest grimy in New York, even your mama gettin´ served
Servin´ rocks, had the state prop´ with the low pocket (Woo)
Off a yacht, on my stomach, yeah, the only time I´m floppin´
Got the drop, you the plug, I´ll blow out your socket
Nonstop, slidin´ with the stick, youngin playin´ hockey

Get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care

About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
Now put it to music, I didn´t have the time
To put a dope beat to get that rhyme, so

[French Montana & Diddy]
From twenty packs, twelve twelves and a fifty-eight (Ayy)
From twenty mil´ in Calabasas on real estate (Woo)
Passed the front gate, park bench, it was me
She never met French, how she talkin´ ´bout "We"?
First they took Max (Free Max), then I lost Chinx (Uh)
Then Ross put me on (Talk to ´em), then Diddy got me rich
Caught a million for a show, hundred thou´ for a "Haan"

Hundred mil´, a single soul, stop fuckin´ with the man
Only Gs from my cloth lookin´ like Dapper Dan (Ayy)
Quarter mil´ on Tom Brady, that´s about half an M
Silverback ape, free Casanova out the can
Montana was the name, Coke Boys was the stamp, haan

Get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
About get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
Now put it to music, I didn´t have the time
To put a dope beat to get that rhyme, so

Get the, get the paper, so I don´t care
Now put it to music, I didn´t have the time

To put a dope beat to get that rhyme, so (So)