Paper

[Hook]
I'm gonna get that paper
I'm gonna get that paper
Major, fuck never, cause now's better than later
X8

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm back I bun down the city
Bad boy and I don't run round with Diddy
Hardcore I don't dumb down for any
If they ain't ready, tell 'em buy Jamie T, cause I'm heavy
Bassline messy and yeah I go Glastonbury and wear wellies
Cause I'm a known rapper, was no phone jacker but I got the 'LCD' and it's HD ready
Look, I'm sick of the comparisons already
I listen when I square like Madison
Rent mansions don't stay in the Radisson
Any other rapper I'm bigger or badder than
See I'm in a different league, I'm a different breed
You're Championship, I'm Champions League
Back in the day I was in that champion team
Name on the back 'brap brap' like I was on stage
In a rap bout 20-man deep, next that's Wembley, 20 pound seats cause
I'm one of the best MCs to spit it
UK or US fuck the critics
You spray and you dress with no fittin'
Look, I'm the hardest regardless
See I'm on the road so they rolled out the red carpet
So cool in my Tom Ford glasses
Limelight so I shine like varnish
It's my time, I'm now you're past it
You're an MC, I'm an artist
And I'm still old school like a parting
I'm still half in, the industry half in the streets
And the mixtape market, so I'm still hungry like I'm fasting
Tahahaha, to the bank I'm laughing

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Look, I'm back I bun down the ends
I come for pounds, you come out for pence
I own the flow and no doughs left
Landlord, I might come down for rent
I come to my senses early on
Now mammy's got that Hermes on, with her Vuitton
Louis, case, mortgage paid
This place I represent, these people I'm there for them
These verses I recommend, you rewind and hear again
You won't witness this again
The MC spit so quick with such sense
Such soul and success, Home Sweet Home, classic
Fucking Illmatic, addict, Kane's still at it
Don't make me prove this again
That I'm the shit I'm the best, with all due respect
But no disrespect, when you go right I go left
I'm different, if you ask me
I'm the people's champ like Ali

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Look, I'm better I'm greater
Hot now, veteran later
That's why your gettin them peanuts
And I'll be gettin that paper
I'm dark, I'm Vader, no stranger, I know what grime is
I'm Legend like Will Smith where I live
Cristian D's over the eyelids
The shit we need to look the fliest
Diamond rings and no TV licence
Magnum Dom P n BT's cut off
Stereotype, fuck that I'm a one off
It's just one of the things I do
Custom tracksuits and bling my shoes
Cause I don't wanna live average, do you?
I wanna hear everybody sing my tune like
I'm gonna get that paper

[Hook]

Look, I make money, I make money money
I don't, take money, I make money money
I don't, make music just to make money money
I make, big money, to give money money

Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine
Cause every day I'm hustlin I stay on my grind
Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine
Cause every day I'm hustlin I stay on my grind