Red Cafe Feat. 50 Cent, Fat Joe, Jadakiss & Fabolous Paper Touchin (Official Remix) Lyrics
            (50 Cent)
            p____ n____
            Come Around me (Mooooving)
            I Put A Hollow Thru Him (Hollow Thru Him)
            I'll Leave Your Body (Oooozing)
            I Don't Know Who Confuse Them (Who Confuse Them) FIFTY
            From DR To DR
            n____s know who we are
            They Know How We Do It
            I'ts The Motha' F*****N Unit
            Push The Rock, Move It Yayo
            Stack Paper Like Maygo
            Rap Tornadoe
            Yeah We f___ With Tego
            He Don't Even Speak Spanish, He A Frod
            He Don't Really Want Drama He A Prod
            see that cannon over lard
            that n____ get that talkin' like god
            like, father forgive me for my sins N'
            Forgive me for my friends
            Give Me One More Chance, I Will Not Loose Again
            Why Fitty never loose, man he Always Win
            It's Cause, the block ??????? You
            c___sucka I got to number
            This could be your last summer
            Come Around me (Mooooving)
            I Put A Hollow Thru Him (Hollow Thru Him)
            I'll Leave Your Body (Oooozing)
            I Don't Know Who Confuse Them (Who Confuse Them) FIFTY
        
            (Red Cafe Verse)
            Listen Up Hustlers, I Treats them bricks
            Like the wheel of fortune, spin it that's why i'm rich (Daaaaamn)
            Sick, I Should Of Been in Saffer
            But i'm numero uno trick draw four
            (Hey) I wave at the hadies
            they knoew it's me I Be wearing all the lazers
            You Shakedown, We paper touch
            Ever since I came home and escape the cuffs
            Cafe, Serving the east to the west (What Else)
            Got'em On E! Like Ryan Seacrest (What Else)
            The Wire said keep the devil in the hole
            But I'm the chef, my ceddle is never cold
            It's Whatever for the dough
            Whatever's on the floor
            Like I'm From Frisco, Just Tell Me Whan To Go
            Memorial Day In M.I.A
            I Made It Hurricane Chris
            A Bay-Bay
        
            (Fabolous Verse)
            Baby I touch paper, so much paper
            We can split it down the middle like dutch paper
            And for real I don't even call it paper
            I got money out the a__, so it's toilet paper
            Shawty good money in the back area
            curve on a hip, make me wanna black berry ya
            And everybody talkin' duffle bag s***
            Only Paper in, is probably what they stuffed the bag with
            My swag fit like it's tailor made, yo
            New York love me, I Got a Tailor Made Flow
            Oh' Na I Ain't who to go hard with
            My young boy will do the job like the omar hit, SH*******T
        
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