2 Reps (Formerly - The Untouchable Reps) - "Paper Dance" lyrics

Chorus:

You can call it a grand
Call it call it a rack
Bumpin up in the club
And I'm flashin a stack
And I do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
Do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
You can call it grand
Call it call it a rack
Now I'm up in the club
And I'm flashin a stack
And I do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
Do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans

Verse 1:

They ask me about my paper dance
From Portland, Oregon to Japan
First you gotta pat your pockets
Then you need to throw a grand
Please wash your hands
If you countin dirty though
Cause I'm a street ballin young nigga like Ali Moe
From the burbs to the bums in the alleys, know
They mix it with that thiz dance off in valley Joe
In ATL they walk it out then they pat they pockets slow
Catch me on the blades trying to find an out of pocket ho
I'm riding on them blades with my wrists looking tropical
Blowing on some purp feeling higher than them rockies
This dance is for my d boys
And my hustlers that be getting dough
If you can't make it rain at least a rack
Then you gotta go

Chorus:

Wash your hands
Pat your hands
If you getting money do the paper dance
Wash your hands
Pat your hands
If you getting money do the paper dance

You can call it a grand
Call it call it a rack
Now I'm up in the club
And I'm flashin a stack
And I do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
Do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
You can call it grand
Call it call it a rack
Now I'm up in the club
And I'm flashin a stack
And I do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
Do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans

Verse 2:

I said I can cause a flood with the money in my hand
But the paper in my pocket makes it hard for me to dance
So I'm leaning like a pimp and walking like I'm handy-capped
Bet a rack, shoot a rack, man that's nothing
Bet a hundred thouwow no you're saying something
Range rolls you know, Mercedes Benz Coup dreams
Ya'll falling off like Sam Booey's hoop dreams
I've been ballin since Jordan got his first hoop ring
I took her to the blade and I taught her how to do things
From the bus to that candy painted new thing
Doors lift up and them backs go sideways
Its suicide like Snoop in his prime days
Hit the club make it rain just to show you're prime paid
I stay crispy, shoes cost two racks
The pants is fifty, they calling me cheap
But a sewed an extra pocket on em at the swap meet

Chorus:

Wash your hands
Pat your hands
If you getting money do the paper dance
Wash your hands
Pat your hands
If you getting money do the paper dance

You can call it a grand
Call it call it a rack
Now I'm up in the club
And I'm flashin a stack
And I do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
Do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
You can call it grand
Call it call it a rack
Now I'm up in the club
And I'm flashin a stack
And I do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans
Do my paper dance
And I grab them pockets of my jeans