Paper Lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook: 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 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, 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 

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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 

I just touched down in Jamaica, I'mma try to smoke two acres 

Send a nigga to his maker, (?) cremate ya 

Fuck the nigga and the bitch 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 nigga 

My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga 

I concur that you're not real nigga 

So man I don't even wanna deal witya 

And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas 

Cause they know you lame and they still with ya 

(?) come to get ya, (?) nigga it ain't hard to hit you 

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[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 bitch cause it's hot and bitches crawlin' 

Let a nigga try me 

Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, and meet his (?) 

Smokin' on a fattie 

And my pocket is a fattie 

All I fuck 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]