Soulja Boy - PAPER lyrics

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Soulja Boy - PAPER lyrics

[Intro] I told the dumb b**h I dropped close to a quarter mil on the motherf**ing vehicles You already know Shouts out the motherf**ing Ocean Gang b**h SOD Money Gang you already know Motherf**ing swag n***a splash out this b**h SUSHI! [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] Yellow chain on me, n***a I swag you already know Came in this ocean gang, we might splash on your ho 10 rings n***as know, b**h I'm that f**ing n***a Word around town my last whip cost 8 figures Ocean mobb we gonna splash My young n***a, he got the cash I tote the uzi like Tony Montana My young n***as in West Atlanta got so much f**ing cash b**h you know I got swag Bag came from Artel b**h I got swag for sale Black jag, yellow bone in the pa**enger, I damage her Heavenly ready you see me n***a I'm cashed up you can't handle us Goddamn Soulja posted up in California You don't them goons on you, they'll blitz your room homie I'm so motherf**ing fresh, I'm so fly n***a you know it When I pull up to the trap, all that cash damn I blow it [Hook: Soulja Boy] Paper x6 Man we getting paper Paper x6 All about that paper [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] Everyday I'm getting money came out the water like an anaconda My young n***a, he 14, he tote the uzi I ain't even stuntin' I ain't even frontin', got a gold grill My young b**h, she gonna keep it real She gonna s** my dick while I roll up n***a young n***a, Imma pour up My hood is what I throwed up All my j**elry frozed up A lame n***a can't get close to us Show much money on my shoulder bruh Los Vegas at MGM Belt Buckle was MCM 50 b**hes in the swimming pool you know a n***a gonna take a swim Cashed up bruh I put that money on your head b**h you heard what I said Got that Bentley painted red Goddamn my swag is turnt up, I came from another planet Outstanding immaculate swag Got a hater like goddamn it k** yourself, b**h slap yourself I'm that n***a that you wanna be Ocean Gang, Blast Gang palm tree 600 deep! [Hook: Soulja Boy] Paper x6 Man we getting paper Paper x6 All about that paper [Verse 3: Soulja Boy] My b**h s** my dick on my f**ing private jet I'm on the sh** on the internet, goddamn I'm the best Lil Dre flex 10 chains ain't gotta stress b**h you know what my damn name my campaign finesse Man goddamn it's Lil Dre Close enough to Soulja CPG, CBT, SOD, OGC Goddamn we stupid deep b**h, you can't f** with OGOD Imma smoke until I OD, all these b**h a** n***as know me All my j**elry is so frozen, came out the water I'm so holy And you know your main b**h chose me (She did)