Paper

[Produced by 808 Mafia] [Partial Hook: Gucci Mane] I ain't really havin' no paper problems Man I'm just tryna get paper That young nigga that got a paper problem He can't get to no paper I ain't never had no paper problems Nigga I been gettin' paper That young nigga 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 nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya Fuck the nigga and the bitch 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 Royce go rollin' like brrrrr nigga My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga I concur that you're not real nigga So man I don't even wanna deal wit ya And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas Cause they know you lame and they still with ya One to get ya then I'm comin' to get ya When I shoot nigga it ain’t hard to hit ya nigga [Full Hook: Gucci Mane] I ain't really havin' no paper problems Man I'm just tryna get paper That young nigga that got a paper problem He can't get to no paper I ain't never had no paper problems Nigga I been gettin' paper That young nigga 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 nigga 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 bitch cause it's hot and bitches crowded Let a nigga try me Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around And meet his thottie Smokin' on a fattie And my pocket is a fattie All I fuck 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 [Full Hook: Gucci Mane]