[Chorus: Future]
They went to war bout that lil paper
These n***as hating over lil paper
They going crazy bout that lil paper
They shooting yoppas for that lil paper

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Walked in the spot I'm like "hi hater"
Walked out the spot I'm like "bye hater"
Dick so hard, it's a jawbreaker
Tryna put a 7 in a raw paper
Hell raiser, southside Chanel changer
A cocaina, 2 guns, 20 in the chamber
Balenciagos, Woops I meant Balenciagas
All the designer shit, hard for me to pronounce my garments
Straight out the gutter, on my mother, this Lean and tonic
They so astonished, I got a chopper that speak ebonics
Ain't no stressin, ain't gon let them fuck up my blessing
Cause these n***as out here will kill you over nothing

[Chorus: Future]
They went to war bout that lil paper
These n***as hating over lil paper
They going crazy bout that lil paper
They shooting yoppas for that lil paper
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Damb lil homie
In high school you had them grams, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
[?] protecter
I know that I'm better
If life is a movie, I hope you got a projecter
This a cold world, I hope you packed you a sweater
I'm breaking it down, and put it right back together
Some kush and some drank, a girl that I never met yeah
Pussy so good, I tried to fuck her forever
You ain't never made the newspaper
You ain't ever had your room raded
Summertime, man I got my pool ready
Rest in peace Chincks, he was too ready

[Chorus: Future]
They went to war bout that lil paper
These n***as hating over lil paper
They going crazy bout that lil paper
They shooting yoppas for that lil paper