Paper Planes Diplo Street Remix

I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border, I got Visas in my name. If you come around here, I make 'em all day. I get one down in a second if you Wait. I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border, I got Visas in my name. If you come around here, I make 'em all Day. I get one down in a second if You wait. Sometimes I think sitting on trains. Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game. Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame. Bona fide hustler, making my name. Sometimes I think sitting on trains. Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game. Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame. Bona fide hustler, making my name. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do is And take your money. Man, I'm rolling through the city, old school on Them big boys. Twelve-inch woofers in the trunk Making big noise. Got the big toys, Don't make me have to flash. Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred-yard Dash. Back up in the hood where the rules Don't shift and the gangsters talk trill, Sip purple bird pip. You can call 5-0 and 5-0 might come. But by the time they arrive, all the dirt Done been done. Now one thing's for certain and Two things for sure. Being poor is a disease, Gotta hustle up a cure. Start with your head, homie, then use your hands. If you try it in reverse, you don't even Have a chance. We worldwide worried with the hunger And the thirst. From the third world countries to The second and the first. It sounds like a verse but it's more like A plan. Get your Robin Hood on, put some Pressure on the man. Tell him. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do And take your Yo, yo. I wake up in the morning with my bitch In the bed. She don't like the police and She sure hate the feds. I love my girl 'cause she give me what I want. She ride in the trunk or either Ride in the front. She look like twenty-two but She really forty-five. For some reason, she done made a whole lot Of niggas cry. So bad that she make them Boys pull they money out. Take it out they pockets and they put it In my pouch. Ouch. Gotta hurt the way that girl do you. She always wanna wood tape, tape, take the mula. Give me them pesos, the cash, and the credit Card. Might be a broad, but the lil' bitch Hit you hard. You the police, and we is The robbers. You need more than them ill icons And stoppers. Excuse me, let me introduce my lady. Her name is Beretta and she motherfuckin' crazy. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do is And take your money. All I wanna do And take your money