Ayra Starr – Ms. Paper (feat. Theodora) Lyrics

Ayra Starr – Ms. Paper (feat. Theodora) Lyrics
Ms. Paper
Ayra Starr (feat. Theodora)
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    "Ms. Paper." - Ayra Starr (feat. Theodora)

    Album: Starrgirl
    Track No: 08

    Turn me on like gasolina
    I make money, bae, I'll call you later
    Moi, c'est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
    Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Ms. Paper
    Turn me on like gasolina
    I make money, bae, I'll call you later
    Moi, c'est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
    Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Ms. Paper

    Money, money, Mister Loser, don't kill my vibe
    Money, money, Ms. Paper, we be hot and fine
    Money, money, as long I got you, I should be fun
    I love you, but don't go and kill my vibe
    Money, money, I need more
    Put it right there on the floor
    Meet me right there by the door
    Red light, green light, go

    He from France, they say, "Oui, oui," I say "Ouh-là-là"
    Baby got that spicy for sure, call me Sriracha
    We can take this back to your spot, back to the casa
    We can light this shit up for sure like gasolina

    (Turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me)
    Turn me on like gasolina (mm, hm, hm)
    I make money, bae, I'll call you later (hm, hm, hm)
    Moi, c'est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
    Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Ms. Paper
    Turn me on like gasolina (hm, hm, hm)
    I make money, bae, I'll call you later (hm, hm, hm)
    Moi, c'est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
    Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Ms. Paper

    Over cream, yeah, paper over cream (okay)
    All white nails when I'm counting up the green (what else?)
    I've been on go with my day one things (right)
    Everyone a winner in my cliqué, we sellin' dreams

    Come and lick, it taste like bubblegum-gum
    Mets ton nez, it smells like proper bum-bum
    Et j'suis pas dumb-dumb, même si tu go down-down
    J'aime trop ma liasse pour avoir un gros, baby, bum'-bum' (bum'-bum'-bum)

    On m'appelle Miss Kitoko
    Congolaise genre Yohji Yamamoto
    Il m'faut vingt mille p'tits couteaux
    L'élastique, casse-tête de mes liasses, crient "Tokoss"

    (Turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me)
    Turn me on like gasolina (hm, hm, hm)
    I make money, bae, I'll call you later (hm, hm, hm)
    Moi, c'est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
    Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Ms. Paper
    (Turn me, turn me) turn me on like gasolina
    I make money, bae, I'll call you later
    Moi, c'est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
    Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Ms. Paper

    Writer(s): Ayra Starr, Theodora, Ink, Worldwide Fresh.

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