“Ms. Paper” by Ayra Starr featuring Theodora is a bold, high-energy anthem centered on financial autonomy, unapologetic self-assurance, and self-made success. Throughout the track, the narrative highlights a woman who commands every room she enters through her charm, style, and economic independence, embracing luxury and freedom entirely on her own terms.
Read Ms. Paper Lyrics by Ayra Starr & Theodora below!
[Intro: Theodora]
Hmm-hmm-hmmm
Hmm-hmm-hmmm
[Chorus: Theodora & Ayra Starr]
Turn me on like 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
Turn me on like 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]
Money, money, Mister loser don’t kill my vibe
Money, money, Missus Paper, we be having fun
Money, money, as long I got you, I should be fine
I love you bad, don’t go and kill 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
[Pre-Chorus: Ayra Starr]
He from France, they say “Oui, oui,” I say “Ouh là là”
Baby got that spicy for sure, call me sriracha
We can take this back to your spot, back to the casa
We can light this shit up for sure like gasolina
[Chorus: Theodora & Ayra Starr]
Turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me on like gasolina (Hm, hm, hm)
I make money, bae, I’ll call you later (Hm, hm, hm)
Moi, c’est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Misses Paper
Turn me on like gasolina (Hm, hm, hm)
I make money, bae, I’ll call you later (Hm, hm, hm)
Moi, c’est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Misses Paper
[Verse 2: Ayra Starr & Theodora]
Over cream, yeah, paper over cream (Okay)
All white nails when I’m counting up the green (What else?)
I’ve been on go with my day one things (Right)
Everyone a winner in my cliqué, we selling dream
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Come and lick, it taste like bubblegum-gum
Mets ton nez, it smell like proper bum-bum
Et j’suis pas dumb-dumb même si tu go down-down
J’aime trop ma liasse pour avoir un gros baby bum bum (Bum bum bum)
[Bridge: Theodora]
On m’appelle Miss Kitoko
Congolaise genre Yohji Yamamoto
Il me faut 20 000 p’tits couteaux, l’élastique, casse-tête de mes liasses, cries “Tokoss”
[Chorus: Theodora & Ayra Starr]
Turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me on like gasolina (Hm, hm, hm)
I make money, bae I’ll call you later (Hm, hm, hm)
Moi, c’est Miss Kitoko ou Miss Paper
Mister Money, Mister Money, come see Misses Paper
Turn me, turn me, turn me, turn me on like 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
[Outro: Ayra Starr]
Turn me on like gasolina
I make money, bae I’ll call you later
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