All About Paper - 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

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

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'

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

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 a knockoff

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