Paper Songtext
von Chief Keef

Purps on the beat

I ain′t really havin' no paper problems, man I′m just tryna get paper (yeah)
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, do-don't smoke my weed in papers
Do-don′t buy blunts that got flavors, nah

I just touched down in Jamaica, I'ma-I′ma try to smoke two acres (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 (what?)
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 (wasted)
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 with ya
And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas
'Cause they know they lame, 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

I-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

Like Sosa, "Why you runnin′ through 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 wildin', 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 (bitch)
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don′t do Nelly (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, ayy
Walked up in saks, throwin′ up racks, they smell me

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