Lyrics:
actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no...)
(Jae
flipping through the channels and shit
You be wearing fake Golf
You a bastard for sure
This the motherfuckin' year
Look what's happened to me
All the paper
thru
Shout Mell and Shout out Cole, y'all my mans too
With out y'all, don't know what I'm gon do
Young boy introduced to the hustle
Consumed by
My homie wanted a Chevy so I put my dog in the 'Vette (swerve)
Ha, plus I'm so loyal that that paper, boy, is all that I fetch
If the ball in my hand
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
Yeah!
This is for the niggas who
than silver and gold, strippers & hoes
Ik that one day I'll get old
Don't care to hold on to paper
I want my woman to hold
My wife to be exact
She
Even got a little bit of Bill Gates paper
Some opera paper, some dope boy paper
Holla at the D-O double G about paper!
Don't need no nigga to buy me
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil' fish, huh
I say, Lord be my savior
When it come to gettin' this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
age
Make all kinds of money boy when I go on the stage
They see me in the paper and in the magazines
If I go cold my feet get sore put me in the back
I was waiting in the express lane with my twelve items or less
At the checkout counter at the local grocery store
I was only passing by
But a paper
Remind me too, don't eat them
The blank expression of the little boy
With thick glasses who picks
Himself up from the sidewalk
And stands there blinking in
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
Boy, I, be, thuggin'
Got, them, things, ten a ki, hustlin'
Catch me at the shop, I will, be, there
And my prices stay low, I keep, it, there
And if
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
I hear your name in the papers
They call me, "Young Ass Weezy"
I'm gon' 'round up the whole uptown
We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground (to
that feelin'
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writin' rhymes, tryna find our spot off in
(People laugh and love and cry) I'm still missing you
The paper boy still comes around just like he used to do
But he's a little taller now and I'm
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
If you ain't bout no paper, then why you fucking off
Get your muthafucking cash
If you ain't fucking with me then dont fuck with me at all
I'm
the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes
Crib
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
Allah Math, dig it
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin'
All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds
And the boy was just
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