Paper Problems (feat. Young Thug & Peewee Longway)

It's Guwop, what's happening baby, what's going on?

Yea, 1017 MPA with me

I got Thugga PeeWee know what I mean

I ain't trippin' 'bout that shit, I'll pay for it

Rent it, how much it cost?

Turn up, yeah you and your buddy

Got a little something for ya

It's Guwop

I'll pay for it, I'll pay

I don't give a damn about

I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it, I'll pay

I don't give a damn, I'll pay for it

If you work real late, I'll stay for it

No problem 'bout it, I'll pay for it

She been working all day, working all week

She wanna freak with me

Ain't no problem cause I'm not cheap

I got money all week I give her

I got the money, I'll buy somethin'

Call your friend, let's try somethin'

She like girls and boys, so she trisexual

She eat pussy, don't eat vegetables

That ass fat, it irregular

Is it an ass shot, or did God bless her?

She a bad student on the 10th semester

But she give good head like the damn professor

Red bottom pumps like Cinderella

Red bottom pumps like Cinderella

Butt naked on some damn suspenders

Ain't gotta catch her out to impress her

Gucci Man, I'm getting money, got bad bitches on my itinerary

Born on the 12th of February

12 diamond chains and they all canary

And you're not a virgin, so don't act scary

Cause I'm not the one to bust your cherry

It's Gucci Man and I hip-hop

But I smoke guap like I got dreadlocks

I ain't really have a paper problem

M-P-A in the building, I pay for it

I ain't really have a paper problem

If you workin' overnight then I stay for it

I ain't really have a paper problem

If I really, really, like it, I wait for it

I ain't really have a paper problem

I turn into a Christian like Ma$e for it

I ain't really have a paper problem

I ain't really have a paper problem

I ain't really have a paper problem

I ain't really have a paper problem

I ain't really have a paper problem

Rock this shit the long way I'm talkin' about U.S. currency

Hell yea, I give you two hunna, give your ass three

Just to make this shit a guarantee

Payin' for the pussy ain't a problem

Bitch, you finna get a beatin gone off the seeds and molly

I ain't really have a paper problem

I tote a FN if I'm short damn right I'm robbin

No ski-mask, I already look like a goblin

Take the guap, leave the work, boy give me the dollar

Load the cash up, smash off, in the Impala

Thugger, thugger, mad Max had to catch him a body

(?) guap you know we having them dollars

480 drop, I'm talking about the fuckin' Ferrari

Forgiato feet you know we had to shit on them people

I'm (?) pockets full while I'm havin' (?)

Fuckin' up strip clubs, tryna lay on the (?)

They know I'm havin' real paper, suck like a mosquito

Blowin' OG gas we don't smoke on Diesel

Get (?) the ho back, (?)

Got bricks down 10, sell (?)

Place your order, we'll pull up, stash spot in the Regal

You're havin' paper nigga, make sure you're straight my nigga

Cause them young nigga toting Desert Eagle