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soulja boy & bow wow - all about paper lyrics

[intro: soulja boy]
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 n-gg-

[hook: soulja boy]
ap with the bust down bracelet
gettin’ cash now, all these f-ck 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 f-ck 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
[verse 1: bow wow]
i just took your b-tch what you gon’ do about it?
the you two run up, man gun example out ’em
so when you come dawg, how your sh-t 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 brought you baby mama in my new bugatti
i’m soo disrespectful, your b-tch think i’m special
let that burner sneeze on you, let ’em bullets bless you

[hook: soulja boy]
ap with the bust down bracelet
yeah i’m up now, why these f-ck 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

[verse 2: soulja boy]
that right there is the real one
i got the real one, y’all n-gg-s 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 b-tch pourin’ lean i’m plugged with that doctor
yeah i’m the trendin’ topic, helicopter chopper
hoppin’ out the coupe with the juggs, god-d-mn, 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 n-gg-s 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
p-ss forgiatos when i’m pullin up
i hit a hunnid bank jugg on the homies
i came up, it was me and the homies

[verse 3: rich the kid]
you pay for your fame, no fortune
red bottoms, no forces
rari, talkin’ ’bout the horses
lamborghini go r-t-rded
why you pull up in a charger?
i never leave my n-gg- starvin’
k, i can put you on a plate
audemar, make it skate
i won’t take your b-tch on a date, yah
i gotta flex up, flex up
ridin’ ’round like hulk hogan
droppin’ the top and i’m boastin’
b-tches on me like lotion, uh
f-ck 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’ f-ck 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 bow wow lyrics

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