Paper Planes JID

[Verse 1: JID]
Shit, I’m a ol’ gutter ass boy
I beat your whore to the floor out her Christian Dior
Why? Ha, ‘cause I don’t like beef
And if I feel like a nigga don’t like me, suck a dick, fight me
You walk a tight rope, it’s on a weak string
And you’re going to be sleeping while we’re creeping
And we will break your front screen, put the gun beam
To your fore frontal, nigga say uncle
Give me back my mind back, give me back my brain
I tend to lose these things when I’m going insane
Intellectual male but bad to the bone
You faking, please cut it out, Joey Gladstone
Back up, give me my, uh, so give me my room
So as I light my blunt and jump over the moon
And if you not give me my room to see me go boom
See me go boom, see me go- see me boom

[Chorus: MIA]
All I wanna do is
And a
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And a
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And a
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And a
And take your money