Paper Hound K-Rino

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Man, I'm tired of gold diggers so I'll speak on the topic
Judging dudes on what car they drive or what's in their pocket
If you walk up to a female and just tell her hello
They turn they nose and frown up at you like you called them a ho
They look at you like you strange and start playing little games
But if I roll up in a Benz, they whole attitude will changed
They don't want a man they rather have a trick instead
Can't approach unless I got some money glued to my head
I see em at the club, I see em at the mall nine scenes
Like they everywhere man I even see 'em in my dreams
I'm a call it out on sight until I bring it to life
("Player you mad because she ain't give you enough") you damn right
But on the real it's the truth cause your survival solution
Ain't nothing but a form of low budget bootleg prostitution
The same baller with the car, the same baller with the cash
Are we the same dude that stump in the mud hole up in yo ass

[Chorus: K-Rino]
You a paper hound, fiending for ends
Masturbating off a hundreds, fifty's, twenty's and tens
Chasing money, fame, jewels, shopping sprees, and food
But when it comes to tricking baby I just ain't that dude
You a paper hound, you way out of line
Even when you got your own you still tryna get mine
Chasing money, fame, jewels, shopping sprees and food
But when it comes to tricking baby I just ain't that dude