The Paper French Montana

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[Intro: Diddy]
Talk to 'em
I like this one
Come on, uh-huh

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1: 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