"Ms. Paper" lyrics

Turn me on like gasolina
I make money bae I call you later
Moi, c'est miss Kitoko ou miss Paper
Mister money, mister money, come see misses paper

Turn me on like gasolina
I make money bae I call you later
Moi, c'est miss Kitoko ou miss Paper
Mister money, mister money, come see misses paper

Money money
Mister looser don't kill my vibe
Money money
Misses paper we be hot and fine
Money money
A 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-la-la
Baby got the spicy for sure
Call me "Sriracha"
We ca take this back to ya spot
Back to the casa
We can light this shit up for sure
That gasolina

Turn me on like gasolina
I make money bae I call you later
Moi, c'est miss Kitoko ou miss Paper
Mister money, mister money, come see misses paper

Turn me on like gasolina
I make money bae I call you later
Moi, c'est miss Kitoko ou miss Paper
Mister money, mister money, come see misses paper

Over cream
Paper over cream
All white nails when I'm
Counting up the green
I been on go
With ma day one tings
Everyone a winner in my click
We sellin dreams

Come and lick it taste like bubblegum gum
Mets ton nez, it smells like proper bum bum
Mais j'suis pas dumb, dumb
Même si tu go down, down
J'aime trop ma liasse pour avoir un gros baby, bump, bump
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 on like gasolina
I make money bae I call you later
Moi, c'est miss Kitoko ou miss Paper
Mister money, mister money, come see misses paper

Turn me on like gasolina
I make money bae I call you later
Moi, c'est miss Kitoko ou miss Paper
Mister money, mister money, come see misses paper