Lyrics Paper - Chief Keef

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I ain’t really havin' no paper problems\nMan I’m just tryna get paper\nThat young nigga that got a paper problem\nHe can’t get to no paper\nI ain’t never had no paper problems\nNigga I been gettin' paper\nThat young nigga got a paper problem\nCause he never had no paper, paper, paper\nPaper, man I got so much paper\nDon’t smoke my weed in papers\nDon’t buy blunts that got flavors, nah\nI just touched down in Jamaica, I’ma try to smoke two acres\nSend a nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya\nFuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya\nYou ain’t really doing that major\nGotta eat for the water extendo, like bally bally water\nBig timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds\nSprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly\nBallin' in the VI-, don’t I look so icy\nI need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferrari’s\nMy Royce go rollin' like brrrrr nigga\nMy yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga\nI concur that you’re not real nigga\nSo man I don’t even wanna deal wit ya\nAnd the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas\nCause they know you lame and they still with ya\nOne to get ya then I’m comin' to get ya\nWhen I shoot nigga it ain’t hard to hit ya nigga\nI ain’t really havin' no paper problems\nMan I’m just tryna get paper\nThat young nigga that got a paper problem\nHe can’t get to no paper\nI ain’t never had no paper problems\nNigga I been gettin' paper\nThat young nigga got a paper problem\nCause he never had no paper, paper, paper\nPaper, man I got so much paper\nDon’t smoke my weed in papers\nDon’t buy blunts that got flavors, nah\nPaper, paper, man I got so much paper\nThat young nigga got a paper problem\nCause he ain’t never had no paper, paper, paper\nThey like son, why you runnin' thru 100 thousand?\nI ain’t never had no paper\nI ain’t 'Wop, I ain’t Jay, but I was making 500 every day\nMake One Call Send A Stain That’s Caper Problem\nCaper Gone Pull That K\nRun in your house, where your safe?\nAnything to get that cake\nIn the club wilin'\nMake it rain in this bitch cause it’s hot and bitches crawlin'\nLet a nigga try me\nFuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around\nAnd meet his daddy\nSmokin' on a fattie\nAnd my pocket is a fattie\nAll I fuck with is fatties\nBoy hope you ready\nCome real hard like the G that’s after the 'a' of spaghetti\nI’m wearin' lunatics, I don’t do Nelly\nHey, I’m rolling and I don’t know Kelly\nRacks up in my jeans and I don’t know Delly\nWalked up in saks, throwin' up racks, they smell me\nI ain’t really havin' no paper problems\nMan I’m just tryna get paper\nThat young nigga that got a paper problem\nHe can’t get to no paper\nI ain’t never had no paper problems\nNigga I been gettin' paper\nThat young nigga got a paper problem\nCause he never had no paper, paper, paper\nPaper, man I got so much paper\nDon’t smoke my weed in papers\nDon’t buy blunts that got flavors, nah\nPaper, paper, man I got so much paper\nThat young nigga got a paper problem\nCause he ain’t never had no paper, paper, paper