Chief Keef - Paper lyrics

[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 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, 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 man got paper problems cause he never had paper [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I just touched down in Jamaica, I'mma try to smoke two acres Send a n***a to his maker, (?) cremate ya f** the n***a and the b**h that made ya You ain't really doing that major Gotta eat before the (?) extendo, like (?) water Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly Ballin' in the (?), don't I look so Icy I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferraris My (?) 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 witya And the n***as that you with is some b**h n***as Cause they know you lame and they still with ya (?) come to get ya, (?) n***a it ain't hard to hit you [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 2: Chief Keef] They like son, why you run to 100 thousand? I ain't never had no paper I ain't 'Wop, I ain't Jay, but I was making 500 every day (?) cars in this things, that's cable problems (?) gonna pull that K Run in your house, where your safe? Anything to get that (?) In the club wilin' Make it rain in this b**h cause it's hot and b**hes crawlin' Let a n***a try me f** around, f** around, f** around, and meet his (?) Smokin' on a fattie And my pocket is a fattie All I f** with is fatties Boy he'll be ready Come hard like the G, that's after the (?) of spaghetti I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do (?) Hey, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly Walked up in sacks, throwin' up racks, they smell me [Hook: Gucci Mane]