Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All About Paper, artist - Soulja Boy. Album song Real Soulja 4 Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PALM TREE, SODMG
Song language: English
All About Paper |
Yuh, all about about paper |
Catch me in the streets, yeah I’m counting up paper |
I’m just up now, and they hating |
I came up, yeah, why they hating? |
I came up, yeah, I’m counting new paper |
Guaped up, counting a whole lot of paper |
Ay ay ay, Soulja, ay bring that Rari out nigga |
Yea yeah |
AP with the bust down bracelet |
Gettin' cash now, all these fuck boys hatin' |
In the street catchin' juggs, yeah I’m all about paper |
Catch me in the streets Lamborghini racin' |
AP with the bust down bracelet |
Yeah I’m up now, why these fuck boys hatin'? |
Catch me in the streets, yeah I’m gettin' to the cake |
You already know that I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
I just took your bitch what you gon' do about it? |
The you two run up, man gun ex&le out 'em |
So when you come dawg, how your shit straight? |
Cause ain’t no runnin' up on me, this ain’t no Kim K |
Top floor, my room is private |
You gon' need a key, I’m chillin' with some exotics |
Smokin' exotic, you know we got it poppin' |
Aye Soulja, let’s go hit the dealer, dawg I feel like coppin' |
Just dropped a bag on that new Rari |
I just fucked yo' baby mama in my new Bugatti |
I’m soo disrespectful, your bitch think I’m special |
Let that burner sneeze on you, watch them bullets bless you |
AP with the bust down bracelet |
Yeah I’m up now, why these fuck boys hatin'? |
Catch me in the streets, yeah I’m gettin' to the cake |
You already know that I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
That right there is the real one |
I got the real one, young niggas they gon' kill some |
100 round drum on a brand new choppa |
Catch me in the streets with that helicopter |
Lotta money on me, Phantom of the Oprah |
With a bad bitch pourin' lean I’m plugged with that doctor |
Yeah I’m the trendin' topic, helicopter chopper |
Hoppin' out the coupe with the juggs, god-damn, I’m awesome |
Blowin' up my iPhone, lean in my styrofoam |
50 bands for a show when Lil Soulja on the road |
Jewelry on me so cold, I came up from the bando |
Kickin' in niggas doors, now I’m whole team froze |
I’m sittin' on a jet and I’m countin' up |
Lotta money on me I just piled up |
Shoutout to my shooter, they ain’t playin' no games |
Pullin' up on they block and we blowin' out they brains |
I bought a brand new Bentley truck |
Pass forgiatos when I’m pullin up |
I hit a hunnid bank jugg on the homies |
I came up, it was me and the homies |
AP with the bust down bracelet |
Yeah I’m up now, why these fuck boys hatin'? |
Catch me in the streets, yeah I’m gettin' to the cake |
You already know that I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
You pay for your fame, no fortune |
Red Bottoms, no Forces |
Rari, talkin' 'bout the horses |
Lamborghini go retarded |
Why you pull up in a Charger? |
I never leave my nigga starvin' |
K, I can put you on a plate |
Audemar, make it skate |
I won’t take your bitch on a date, yah |
I gotta flex up, flex up |
Ridin' 'round like Hulk Hogan |
Droppin' the top and I’m boastin' |
Bitches on me like lotion, uh |
Fuck a hoe, keep the money closer |
Put a hunnid in my sofa |
Got the burner like a toaster |
Like a blunt, I’mma smoke you |
Nah, I won’t feel like a torch |
Got the Mase' sayin' fuck a Porshe |
Got the rollie when I jumped off my porch |
All my cars is sport |
I’m racked up, let 'em talk |
Don’t hate cause it’s not my fault |
You’re Goyard and not Golf |
I don’t need a shooter to pop off |
AP with the bust down bracelet |
Yeah I’m up now, why these fuck boys hatin'? |
Catch me in the streets, yeah I’m gettin' to the cake |
You already know that I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |
All about paper, yeah I’m all about paper |