[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 n***a that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
n***a I been gettin' paper
That young n***a 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***a to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
f** the n***a and the b**h 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 n***a
My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, n***a
I concur that you're not real n***a
So man I don't even wanna deal wit ya
And the n***as that you with is some b**h n***as
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***a it ain't hard to hit ya n***a
[Full Hook: Gucci Mane]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young n***a that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
n***a I been gettin' paper
That young n***a 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***a 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**h cause it's hot and b**hes crowded
Let a n***a try me
f** around, f** around, f** around, f** around
And meet his thottie
Smokin' on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I f** 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]