P.A.P.E.R. (I Sell Swag) lyrics

[Intro]
I told the dumb b*tch I dropped close to a quarter mil on the motherf*cking vehicles
You already know
Shouts out the motherf*cking Ocean Gang b*tch
SOD Money Gang you already know
Motherf*cking swag n*gga splash out this b*tch SUSHI!

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Yellow chain on me, n*gga I swag you already know
Came in this ocean gang, we might splash on your ho
10 rings n*ggas know, b*tch I'm that f*cking n*gga
Word around town my last whip cost 8 figures
Ocean mobb we gonna splash
My young n*gga, he got the cash
I tote the uzi like Tony Montana
My young n*ggas in West Atlanta got so much f*cking cash
b*tch you know I got swag
Bag came from Artel
b*tch I got swag for sale
Black jag, yellow bone in the passenger, I damage her
Heavenly ready you see me n*gga I'm cashed up you can't handle us
Goddamn Soulja posted up in California
You don't them goons on you, they'll blitz your room homie
I'm so motherf*cking fresh, I'm so fly n*gga you know it
When I pull up to the trap, all that cash damn I blow it
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Paper x6
Man we getting paper
Paper x6
All about that paper

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Everyday I'm getting money came out the water like an anaconda
My young n*gga, he 14, he tote the uzi I ain't even stuntin'
I ain't even frontin', got a gold grill
My young b*tch, she gonna keep it real
She gonna suck my di*k while I roll up
n*gga young n*gga, Imma pour up
My hood is what I throwed up
All my jewelry frozed up
A lame n*gga can't get close to us
Show much money on my shoulder bruh
Los Vegas at MGM
Belt Buckle was MCM
50 b*tches in the swimming pool you know a n*gga gonna take a swim
Cashed up bruh I put that money on your head
b*tch you heard what I said
Got that Bentley painted red
Goddamn my swag is turnt up, I came from another planet
Outstanding immaculate swag
Got a hater like goddamn it
Kill yourself, b*tch slap yourself
I'm that n*gga that you wanna be
Ocean Gang, Blast Gang palm tree 600 deep!
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Paper x6
Man we getting paper
Paper x6
All about that paper

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]

My b*tch suck my di*k on my f*cking private jet
I'm on the sh*t on the internet, goddamn I'm the best
Lil Dre flex 10 chains ain't gotta stress
b*tch you know what my damn name my campaign finesse
Man goddamn it's Lil Dre
Cosa Nostra Soulja
CPG, CBT, SOD, OGC
Goddamn we stupid deep
b*tch, you can't f*ck with OGOD
Imma smoke until I OD, all these b*tch ass n*ggas know me
All my jewelry is so frozen, came out the water I'm so holy
And you know your main b*tch chose me (She did)