[Chorus:]
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please get the fuck
From round me
These n***as talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit
Around me
Yo, yo
Imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real n***a
To the end of the day

[Verse 1:]
Hold up
I done cuss so many n***as off
I don’t feel it in my chest no more
I only love four females on this planet
So I’ll never stress no ho
Only problem you have on this earth
Money will fix it
Ma bitch bad
Ma roof missin
Never fall off
Flex forever
I’m a West [?]
Hand on that metal
Free from the clownin
N***as be down
N***as be throwin that shade
But all my fucks are missin
Can’t find em
Hold up
Throw that ass back
Imma throw Gs
Drop that ass down
Bitch slowly
Hold up
Now she wanna fuck
And she don’t know me
Hold up, hold up, hold up
[Chorus:]
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please get the fuck
From round me
These n***as talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit
Around me
Yo, yo
Imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real n***a
To the end of the day

[Verse 2:]
Her hands around them bouquillas
I’m the only one around?
Northside raised me
Town made me
Shout out to all them old hoes
Who played me
Cause ya’ll bad built now
And yo kids ugly
Club god I stay
And if you ain’t gettin paper
Stay away from me
I luv ridin round with no roof
It just disappear like poof
[?] something with truth
You making paper I salute
If you a real n***a I salute
If you a real bitch I salute
Truth
That bad girl who wanna ride around
Still with the same n***as from ‘99
Still the same n***as with me
When it’s time to shine
Hold up
(Club god)

[Chorus:]
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please get the fuck
From round me
These n***as talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit
Around me
Yo, yo
Imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real n***a
To the end of the day

[Outro-Spoken:]
A wise woman once told me
N***a don’t ever fall off
N***a, these fake n***as make you fall off
If you fallin off
That air feel real good hittin yo face
Until you hit the ground