Soulja Boy — All About Paper

[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 nigga Yea yeah [Chorus: Soulja Boy] 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 [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] 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 [Chorus: 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 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: Rich The Kid] 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 [Chorus: 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 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