[Intro: Bryan B Shynin]
This is your big homie Bryan B Shynin from Hot 103 Jams, host of underground heat
This next one is called "Paper", from that Tech N9ne Collabos, The Gates Mixed Plate, baby!

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Yeah, yeah, ahh!
Boy I'm 'bout my presidents
Benjamins and Jacksons
My name Jay Rock, a.k.a. get paper if you askin'
Catch me out in traffic
Traffic insult n' tragic
That magic trynna get that Frank Lucas and Ricky Ross cabbage
Find me on the freeway
Doin' deals on the 3 way
If you don't got my paper that chopper split you in 3 ways
My money runnin, it should be in some relays
No candles on my cake but everyday be my b-day
Comin' out that gutta, bitch I'm 'bout my dollas
Me and Tech up at the bank, takin' them paper showers
Who gives a fuck what you think, broke n***as envy hard
Gats in my drawers, guns in the car
Knock a n***a off, it's all about survival, dawg
Get money, fuck bitches, rockstar
I'm 'bout my paper, you 'bout some paper? Let's do some business
If you cross me, hundred round magazine you gon' get your issue
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Do what we do to survive (gotta get it)
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Get it like a thief in the night (you know I'm gettin')
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
I'm comin' for yours, now it's mine (all about it)
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
My mind on my money, money on my mind

[Verse 2: Joe Vertigo]
Vertigo with the hotness, flow from the block
Gotta get it for the hood and I come ​right back
Hit 'em and I split 'em with the venom
Run up on 'em full thrust when I bust and it's just like that
Who the fuck wanna test this?
Got the mind of a mad man movin' reckless
I'ma show you who the best is
Put the barrel of that chop right through your chest
Bitch n***a better fall back
Better stop your choppers, best you stall that
I'm a killer to the death, I'ma take your breath
Mutherfucka right where you fall at
It's 2.2 pounds, that's the weight of a ki and I'm breakin' it down
[?] ain't no talk on the phone when the boss is supplyin' the town
This for them n***as that ridin'
Them n***as that dyin' 'cause bitch n***as lyin'
This for them n***as inside
When I come around can't look in my eyes
Check 'em all for the swagger
OG uncut, addiction bagger
[?] turnin' yellow like a scene in a movie but it ain't no actors
This shit is real
Tryna hate on the boss might get you killed
From the bricks to the mic I've been rockin' and ridin'
I'm movin' with mass appeal
My squad gon' chill
'Til I tell 'em to run up and hit you with steel
[?] so it's time that I twist your pill
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Do what we do to survive (gotta get it)
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Get it like a thief in the night (you know I'm gettin')
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
I'm comin' for yours, now it's mine (all about it)
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
My mind on my money, money on my mind

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've sacrificed everything to get this fuckin' money
It'll be a wrap just like a mummy if you try to get it from me
Think it's funny
Try to get me when I'm lookin' stunny
Your blood and guts runny when I bust in the middle open up your tummy, yummy
Federal reserve note
Better know the darn ropes
Let her go with her folks, find out that she rollin' with your dope
Rats never deserve hope, put a knife where there were throats
Varicose veins are drained, and not a single word flows
Dollars made boss, holla raised cost
'Cause all was in squalor because of all your days off
So I gotta get paid off, I'm a baller nay lost
Crosses and your wall lookin' like ragù and hollandaise sauce
I'll make ya the yapa no fakin' a neighbor, forsake ya
But if your face is a hater I'll erase your space on this place, ya
Better take the base out your trachea
I'mma waste your crepes and your Jäger
Not a fuckin' place will be safer
I'mma say that it's scraped in my nature to chase the
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Do what we do to survive (gotta get it)
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Get it like a thief in the night (you know I'm gettin')
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
I'm comin' for yours, now it's mine (all about it)
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
My mind on my money, money on my mind