This is a song about "Flippin paper"

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

He flippin to the bars so i'm only raising mine

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,