"Wilt Chamberlain Pt. 1" lyrics

Paper tag shawty still eating off them paper plates
No full paper, keep coming at a rapping rate
Green paper, old paper, you can keep the chrome money
Long money, tall paper, bitch I got my own money

Gucci ain't good money, girl that sound too funny
60 thousand dollars made, call that night a cool something
Fly paper, high paper, money like a skyscraper
Perc cost big paper, if it taste like Now or Later

You can pay me now or later, I ain't really trippin shawty
Chi town after party, all the [?] forty
Shittin on the industry, I done fucked up the toilet
Ballin like a major artist, boy I was a major artist

Gucci not the average artist, All this ice imma target
Duty trucks so fuckin long the valet don't know how to park it
Gucci ain't shit, beg your pardon, beg your fucking pardonSo icy brick boys, get yourself a hunnid shawty

This ak a 100 shawty, AR-0-200 shawty
Damn they shot up they party, why did they shoot up the party?
We so fuckin sorry, oops, we so fuckin fuckin sorry
We didn't mean to shoot (shoot), we didn't mean to shoot up your party
Big paper, big paper, [?]
Spend paper, live paper, paper like a skyscraper
I got more paper than a MF [?]
When I was a ninth grader, I was getting that nice paper

White paper, route paper, paper like a typewriter
Gucci mane the check writer, AKA the [?]
Yellow vic, red vic, ya'll ain't seen nothin yet
Pull up in that uh uh, Gucci mane what it is