M.I.A - Paper Planes (Diplo Street Remix feat Bun B & Rich boy) | Текст песни

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• Paper Planes (Diplo Street Remix feat Bun B & Rich boy)

[x2]
I fly like paper, get high like planes,
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name,
If you come around here, I make 'em all day,
I get one down in a second if you wait,

[x2]
Sometimes I think sitting on trains,
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game,
Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame,
Bonafide hustler making my name.

[x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
*and a* (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

(Bun B)
Man I'm Rollin through the city, old school on them big boys,
12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise,
Got the big toys(toys), dont make me have to blast,
Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash,
Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift,
And the gangstas talk trills, sip purp and burn piff
You can call 5-0 and 5-0 might come,
But by the time that they arrive all that dirt had been done.
Now one things for certain, and two things for sure,
Being poor is a disease, you gotta hustle up a cure,
Start with your head homie then use your hands,
If you try it in reverse, you dont even have a chance.
We worldwide worried with the hunger and the thirst,
From the third world countries to the second and the first,
It sounds like a verse but its more like a plan,
Get your Robin Hood on, put some pressure on the man TELL IT!

[x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
Run up (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

(Rich Boy)
I wake up in the mornin with my bitch in the bed,
She dont like the police and she sure hate the feds,
I love my girl cause she gives me what i want,
She rides in the trunk or either rides in the front,
She looks like 22 but shes really 45,
Some reason she done made a whole lotta niggas cry,
So bad that she make em' wanna pull their money out,
Take it out they pockets and they put it in my box,
AHH! gotta hurt ya with that girl do ya,
Shes always wanna take take the moolah,
Gimmie them pesos the cash and the credit card,
Might be a brawd but the lil' bitch hit ya hard,
You the police and we is the robbers,
You need more than them helicopters and choppers,
Excuse me, let me introduce my lady,
Her name is beretta and shes mothafuckin crazy!

[x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
run up (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

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