Ms. Paper Lyrics – Ayra Starr

Read the complete Ms. Paper Lyrics by Ayra Starr from the album Starrgirl along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus: Theodora & Ayra Starr]
Tell me, “Hola, gasolina”
I make money, bae, I’ll call you later
Moi, c’est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Missus Paper
Tell me, “Hola, gasolina”
I make money, bae, I’ll call you later
Moi, c’est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Misses Paper

[Verse 1: Theodora & Ayra Starr]
Nani, nani, Mister

[? Rosetta], qui aime ma vibe
Nani, nani, Musses Paper

[? we be out at the club]
Nani, nani, I don’t have a cue, I should be fine
I love you babe (??) my vibe
Money, money, I need more
To the right, there on the floor
Leave me right there by the door
Red light, green light, go!
He from France, they said “oui, oui”
I said “oula-la”, baby caught that spicy for sure
Come sriracha
We can take it back to your spot, back to the casa
He can like that s*it, that’s for sure
Like gasolina

[Chorus: Theodora & Ayra Starr]
Tell me–, tell me–, tell me–, tell me, “Hola, gasolina”
I make money, bae, I’ll call you later
Moi, c’est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Missus Paper
Tell me, “Hola, gasolina”
I make money, bae, I’ll call you later
Moi, c’est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Misses Paper