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[Gucci Mane]
I ain´t really havin´ no paper problems
Man I´m just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can´t get to no paper

I ain´t never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin´ paper
That young nigga 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

[Gucci Mane]
I just touched down in Jamaica, I´ma try to smoke two acres
Send a nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
Fuck the nigga and the bitch 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 rose gold Rollie like brrrrr nigga
My yellow gold Rollie, brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga
I concur that you´re not real nigga
So man I don´t even wanna deal wit ya
And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas
Cause they know you lame and they still with ya
One to get ya then I´m comin´ to get ya
When I shoot nigga it ain´t hard to hit ya nigga

[Gucci Mane]
I ain´t really havin´ no paper problems
Man I´m just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can´t get to no paper

I ain´t never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin´ paper
That young nigga 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 nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain´t never had no paper, paper, paper

[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 bitch cause it´s hot and bitches crowded
Let a nigga try me
Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around
And meet his thottie
Smokin´ on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I fuck 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

[Gucci Mane]
I ain´t really havin´ no paper problems
Man I´m just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can´t get to no paper
I ain´t never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin´ paper
That young nigga 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 nigga got a paper problem

Cause he ain´t never had no paper, paper, paper