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Jaz - Paper lyrics

[Hook]
It's all about the paper
When I was broke all them bitches said see you later
Now that I'm up, niggas asking me for favors
I know shorty might be bad but I can't date her
Nahh, nah, nah
It's all about the paper
When I was broke all them bitches said see you later
Now that I'm up, niggas asking me for favors
I know shorty might be bad but I can't date her
Nahh, nah, nah

[Verse 1]
It's all about the paper
Yes young Jaz, I'm a young money maker
And I'm running through the bandz
So I'll see yall niggas later
And I'm balling on these niggas
Like I'm playing for the Lakers
Have you ever seen a Glock 40 with the laser
Smoking on a waz till the face different flavor
And when I step out rocking all designers different layers
Shorty fucking with me now cuz she know I'm getting majors
Shorty fucking with me now cuz she know I'm getting on
Use to call a nigga wack now she bumping every song
Use to call a nigga wack now she calling when I'm gone
If a nigga got a problem, call her friend she got em gone

[Hook]
It's all about the paper
When I was broke all them bitches said see you later
Now that I'm up, niggas asking me for favors
I know shorty might be bad but I can't date her
Nahh, nah, nah
It's all about the paper
When I was broke all them bitches said see you later
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/jaz/-/paper.html]
Now that I'm up, niggas asking me for favors
I know shorty might be bad but I can't date her
Nahh, nah, nah

[Verse 2]
It's all about the bandz, use to flip a couple of Grams
Now I'm rapping for the fans and I'm turned up with my mans
Every day feels like a gem
Free my niggas out the can
Use to rock them dirty Vans
Now I'm taking trips to France
Now I'm multi breaking packs
With my day one nigga cash
Add it up we let it stack
Niggas hating that's a fact
Tell them niggas to relax
Cuz I got hitters in the back
Feel no ways they let it clap
Run up on you with no mask
Keep a tooli in my lap
In the beamer going fast
I got 200 on the dash
Niggas saying that they up
But these niggas really trash
Niggas saying that they trap running through their mommas laps

[Hook]
It's all about the paper
When I was broke all them bitches said see you later
Now that I'm up, niggas asking me for favors
I know shorty might be bad but I can't date her
Nahh, nah, nah
It's all about the paper
When I was broke all them bitches said see you later
Now that I'm up, niggas asking me for favors
I know shorty might be bad but I can't date her
Nahh, nah, nah

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