Paper lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young n*gga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
n*gga I been gettin' paper
That young n*gga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I just touched down in Jamaica, I'ma try to smoke two acres
Send a n*gga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
f*ck the n*gga and the b*tch that made ya
You ain't really doing nothing major
Gotta E-40 Water extendo, like 40 40 water
Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly
Ballin' in the VI-, don't I look so icy
I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferrari's
My rose gold Rollie like brrrrr n*gga
My yellow gold Rollie, brrrrr, brrrrr, n*gga
I concur that you're not real n*gga
So man I don't even wanna deal wit ya
And the n*ggas that you with is some b*tch n*ggas
Cause they know you lame and they still with ya
One to get ya then I'm comin' to get ya
When I shoot n*gga it ain’t hard to hit ya n*gga
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young n*gga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
n*gga I been gettin' paper
That young n*gga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young n*gga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
They like Sosa, why you runnin' thru 100 thousand?
I ain't never had no paper
I ain't 'Wop, I ain't Jay, but I was making 500 every day
Make one call send a stain that’s caper problem
Caper gone pull that K
Run in your house, where your safe
Anything to get that cake
In the club wilin'
Make it rain in this b*tch cause it's hot and b*tches crowded
Let a n*gga try me
f*ck around, f*ck around, f*ck around, f*ck around
And meet his thottie
Smokin' on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I f*ck with is fettys
Boy hope you ready
Coming real hard like the G that's after the 'a'in spaghetti
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do Nelly
Hey, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly
Racks up in my jeans and I don't know Billie
Walked up in saks, throwin' up racks, they smell me
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young n*gga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
n*gga I been gettin' paper
That young n*gga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young n*gga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper