Paperboy
[Intro: Genius McFly]

Yeah
Classic Magic
Okay..
Okay..
McFly
Look

[Verse 1: Genius McFly]

I'm on some new shit
Shit is light work
You got your fingers crossed
Like it might work
Your boy pretty
With a biddy in a tight skirt
Always in the city
Nitty gritty, with a slight smirk
Fly by like I came with the space ship
McFly's spry; watch the game get a face lift
Face it, I'm so fucking close y'all can taste it
Why try? I am Hi-Fi; shit is basic
I don't dance, but the homie does the Prada shuffle
Money stacks in a black Balenciaga duffle
Yeah, I'm in it just to win it
Y'all been in it for a minute
You can call it what you call it
But it's not a hustle
Spitting flames, yeah the game's in a lot of trouble
I sip a lot of champagne with a lot of bubbles
Snatch your girl up; that shit is easy though
I'm getting easy money. Easy come, easy go
[Hook 2x: Genius McFly]

Yeah I'm fine, I'm fucking fantastic
Rubber bands pop; money stretched like elastic
It ain't really news, I don't lose; I'm the paperboy
Classic Magic on the steady move, see you later boy

[Verse 2: Skrilla B]

..And it's a natural habit
You gotta have it
That side of Classic
And overdose of Magic
The hat is where I found it
Leave women confounded;
Check the top of my head
And you'll see where the crown is
Different, not only by residuals
No need for money, man
This passion is plentiful
Cocky, not arrogant
Humble, not by experiment;
Daddy raised a monster
Mother raised her a gentlemen
Esquire flow, GQ like Gentry
Presidential, tempt me
Leave the peasant life swiftly
No lights necessary when shifting my six speed
Southern boy headed west
Man, business is risky
Colorado home, I'm Colorado blown
It's mile high with my Nuggets
In my three point zone
Anything you need
I can make that work
Girls going berzerk
When they hear this verse
[Hook 2x: Skrilla B]

[Verse 3: Genius McFly]

Catch your team up to speed
Cause you're still very slow, boy
I'm on a roll, homie;
Pilsbury Dough Boy
I run the game
Like the touchdown runner
Cause your boy stay hotter
Than a Chucktown Summer
LOOK;
I got the crazy flow
Even when it's lazy, though
They all try and doubt it
But they're thinking "maybe so."
I'm living life
Got Supreme for the stitches
Rolling with a dream team
Y'all just dream for some wishes
Yeah
McFly's still up on some ill shit
I still spit;
Still driven like a drill bit
..and I don't really have to prove it
You can hear it in the music
How I do it
No fever, but I'm still sick
I'm with an ill chick
Homie that's just real shit
Hurt 'em with the tracks;
Got 'em looking for the kill switch
Yeah they know to take a seat when I speak
Just a beast with the beats
'Bout to feast when I eat
Hey
[Hook 2x: Genius McFly]