Soulja Boy - P.A.P.E.R. lyrics

I told the dumb bitch I dropped close to
A quarter mil on the motherfucking vehicles
You already know
Shouts out the motherfucking Ocean Gang bitch
SOD Money Gang you already know
Motherfucking swag nigga splash out
This bitch SUSHI!

Yellow chain on me
Nigga I swag you already know
Came in this ocean gang
We might splash on your ho
10 rings niggas know
Bitch I'm that fucking nigga
Word around town my last whip cost 8 figures
Ocean mobb we gonna splash
My young nigga, he got the cash
I tote the uzi like Tony Montana
My young niggas in West Atlanta
Got so much fucking cash
Bitch you know I got swag
Bag came from Artel
Bitch I got swag for sale
Black jag, yellow bone in the passenger
I damage her
Heavenly ready you see me nigga I'm
Cashed up you can't handle us
Goddamn Soulja posted up in California
You don't them goons on you
They'll blitz your room homie
I'm so motherfucking fresh
I'm so fly nigga you know it
When I pull up to the trap
All that cash damn I blow it paper x6
Man we getting paper paper x6
All about that paper

Everyday I'm getting money came out
The water like an anaconda
My young nigga, he 14
He tote the uzi I ain't even stuntin'
I ain't even frontin', got a gold grill
My young bitch, she gonna keep it real
She gonna suck my dick while I roll up
Nigga young nigga, Imma pour up
My hood is what I throwed up
All my jewelry frozed up
A lame nigga can't get close to us
Show much money on my shoulder bruh
Los Vegas at MGM belt Buckle was MCM
50 bitches in the swimming pool you know
A nigga gonna take a swim
Cashed up bruh I put that money on your head
Bitch you heard what I said
Got that Bentley painted red
Goddamn my swag is turnt up
I came from another planet
Outstanding immaculate swag
Got a hater like goddamn it
Kill yourself, bitch slap yourself
I'm that nigga that you wanna be
Ocean Gang, Blast Gang palm tree 600 deep!
Paper x6 man we getting paper
Paper x6 all about that paper

My bitch suck my dick on
My fucking private jet
I'm on the shit on the internet
Goddamn I'm the best
Lil Dre flex 10 chains ain't gotta stress
Bitch you know what my damn
Name my campaign finesse
Man goddamn it's Lil Dre cosa Nostra Soulja
Cpg, cbt, sod, ogc goddamn we stupid deep
Bitch, you can't fuck with OGOD
Imma smoke until I OD
All these bitch ass niggas know me
All my jewelry is so frozen
Came out the water I'm so holy
And you know your main bitch chose me
(She did)