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Soulja Boy

All About Paper

 

All About Paper

(Album: Ignorant Shit - 2016)


[Soulja Boy & Bow Wow:]
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

[Soulja Boy:]
AP with the bust down bracelet
Getting cash now, all these fuck boys hating
In the street catching juggs, yeah I'm all about paper
Catch me in the streets Lamborghini racing
AP with the bust down bracelet
Yeah I'm up now, why these fuck boys hatin'?
Catch me in the streets, yeah I'm getting 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

[Bow Wow:]
I just took your bitch what you gon' do about it?
The you two run up, man gun example out 'em
So when you come dawg, how your shit straight?
Cause ain't no running up on me, this ain't no Kim K
Top floor, my room is private
You gon' need a key, I'm chilling with some exotics
Smoking exotic, you know we got it popping
Aye Soulja, let's go hit the dealer, dawg I feel like copping
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

[Soulja Boy:]
AP with the bust down bracelet
Yeah I'm up now, why these fuck boys hatin'?
Catch me in the streets, yeah I'm getting 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 pouring lean I'm plugged with that doctor
Yeah I'm the trending topic, helicopter chopper
Hopping out the coupe with the juggs, God-damn, I'm awesome
Blowing 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
Kicking in niggas doors, now I'm whole team froze
I'm sitting on a jet and I'm counting up
Lotta money on me I just piled up
Shoutout to my shooter, they ain't playing no games
Pulling up on they block and we blowing 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 getting 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

[Rich The Kid:]
You pay for your fame, no fortune
Red Bottoms, no Forces
Rari, talking 'bout the horses
Lamborghini go retarded
Why you pull up in a Charger?
I never leave my nigga starving
Cake, 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
Riding 'round like Hulk Hogan
Dropping the top and I'm boasting
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' saying 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

[Soulja Boy:]
AP with the bust down bracelet
Yeah I'm up now, why these fuck boys hatin'?
Catch me in the streets, yeah I'm getting 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

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