Video Paper de Acid Souljah 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Acid Souljah - Paper Lyrics

[Intro]
Fony wallace biatch
You're a goner

[Verse 1: GXNER.]
Yeah, walk up in the function like I'm him (Yeah)
I'm too certified, hoes been saying, "Gxner too legit"
And if my homie die then you know I got to grab that blick
Like lil ho I'm stupid rich like I done made Dat $tick
L-l-l-il ho call me Dad, I'm not talkin' father
I pull up and let it blast, I'm not talkin' Baja
And my pants don't ever sag, belt Balenciaga
And I feel like Tay-K, only love my choppa (Grah, grah)
He talkin' too tough, now his limbs are fallin' off (Uh)
Really love my gang, ho we out here droppin' opps (Drop)
And what just hit his brain? My fault that's a tomahawk
Like all y'all really lame, thank God that you fallen off (Fallen off)

[Chorus: GXNER.]
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)
I just want my pockets fatter (Fatter)
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)

[Verse 2: KirbLaGoop]
One, two, three, bitch, you wan' see? (See)
I can get it in, y'all see the six piece (Six piece)
To the east, to the west, know I score (Know I score)
Off the backboard, they already know (Hm, hm)
Woah, they know I how I ride (How I ride)
Came in over there, finna come and slide (Hm, hm)
Hell naw, finna ball (Finna ball)
Got step, go and step on 'em dawg
Woah, they know how I ride (How I ride)
Came in over there, finna come and slide (Hm, hm)
Hell naw, finna ball (Finna ball)
Got step, go and step on 'em dawg
[Chorus: GXNER.]
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)
I just want my pockets fatter (Fatter)
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)

[Verse 3: Acid Souljah]
If it ain't paper it don't matter, bitch (Hell no)
I'm gettin' money countin' cash, bitch (Hell yea)
You a bitch and that's facts (Bruh, we know)
I won't argue with you on Twitter, bitch I'm too grown
Pop 2 flats, bitch, I'm getting in my zone
On the couch with the strap like it's Home Alone
Don't hit me up unless you finna give me bread, bitch
I crush Molly pills up and then I eat it with my sandwich
I'm on some new shit these rappers on that bland shit
I'm setting new waves, y'all just say the same shit
They fucking ugly hoes they prolly had to pay the bitch

[Chorus: GXNER.]
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)
I just want my pockets fatter (Fatter)
If it ain't paper it don't matter (At all, at all)