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AYRA STARR ft THEODORA - MS. PAPER LYRICS

Published on
August 15, 2026
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[Intro: Theodora]

Hmm-hmm-hmm

Hmm-hmm-hmm

[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 Missus 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 Missus Paper

[Verse 1: Theodora & Ayra Starr]

Money, money, Mister Loser, don't kill my vibe

Money, money, Missus Paper, we be hot and 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

Put it right, there on the floor

Meet 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 the 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, that gasolina

[Chorus: Theodora & Ayra Starr]

(Turn me, 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 Missus 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 Missus 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 been on go wit my day one tings (Right)

Everyone a winner, in my clique, we sellin' dream

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 (Bump, bump)

[Pre-Chorus: Theodora]

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"

[Chorus: Theodora & Ayra Starr]

(Turn me, 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 Missus Paper

(Turn me, 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 Missus Paper

[Outro: Ayra Starr]

Turn me on like gasolina

I make money, bae, I'll call you later