Gucci Mane - Paper lyrics

[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]