Paper Machine Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 

UGH!! you can smell it through the wrapper 

That's that s*** n**** sit it in a pamper 

I still got two sittin in the hamper 

I let em' sit and air out unless you want em' damper 

My lil brother got piffs on the campus 

We call him, the NO capo 

We all in this what we rid for 

We got "cash money" on the table layin' underneath the flo' S*** it's like I gotta pan how I heat the flo' 

A but I really gotta a pan how I heat the blow 

S*** a Develope this beat is so, 

motha'f***in' GI-Joe and the hydro got me high I cant see where I go 

When the rap stop movin you just follow the coke 

When yo b**** start choosin she gone ride wit a pro 

Imma have that hoe swolling coke Birdman Jr. 

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Chorus: 

Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x 3 

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] 

Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 

26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer 

This heat gon last for the whole summer 

Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner 

Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under 

Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder 

Im buying diamond by the pier 

But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear 

Yeah, im riding with that all black snub 

Raiders cap back, all black gloves 

Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs 

These record sales equal more back rubs 

Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs 

His impacts about as raw as crack was 

Now all these new artists getting raw deals 

Im only 21, sitting on mills 

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Chorus : 

Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x3 

Verse 3 : 

Copped ten sold five then I hide three 

Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five then I hide three 

Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five then I hide three 

Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two 

Fuck a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist 

David Copperfield on the stove all types of shit 

Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips 

AR-15 all type of clips 

G.A. yeah Atlanta 

Dipset Harlem World call Santana 

Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly 

We gon' call Ace I get 'em for R.Kelly 

That's seventeen a chicken I know the birdman 

140th and Lenix I know the birdgang 

Chorus : 

Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x3