Paper lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh?
(Purps on the beat)

[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 Ferraris
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' through a 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 gon' 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 and f*ck around and f*ck around, f*ck around and meet his daddy
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, b*tch
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do Nelly
Ayy, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly, ayy
Racks up in my jeans and I don't know Billie, ayy
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