Get Your Paper (feat. Yung Redd) (prod. by Mr. Lee)
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They gon' salute me, I don't flip, never that
See I know how to get it, I know where that money at
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
They seein' me, posin'
Ride fresh out the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse spokesman
I'm crushin' all competition like a Coke can
I'm with that Damon Jones, Mixo and Black Lac
In the 'Lac with the trunk cracked
I'm swangin' until the swangers clack
I'm back, I'm stuntin', comin' down on Vogue tires
I'm on the block holdin' it down like some grip pliers
I keep the swangers pokin', I got the windows open
White cup with somethin' potent, wood wheel still what I'm chokin'
I'm on that Antwan with Lou Hawkins, Freddie Todd
Dismantlin' mics and makin' their heads bob, that's my job
My mind on stackin' a wad, these boys out chasin' broads
Look close, that's no mirage, I got somethin' for all them frauds
They gon' salute me, I don't flip, never that
See I know how to get it, I know where that money at
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
They seein' me, posin'
Ride fresh out the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
I'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O'Neal
No ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangsta grill
I'm down for that drama so I'm known to pack a cannon
A sharp sense, hittin' targets like Peyton Manning
And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor store
Roll the dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6 and 8, I'm 10 to 4
I got my tips from Black, that Tip got my back
I put them elbows under the 'Lac and now they plottin' a jack
Boppers don't know how to act, I'm leanin' back and countin' stacks
Posted up on Tidwell, still tippin' 'Lacs and dippin' strats
I'm out here chasin' bank, breakin' bread and sippin' 'Tates
Accumulatin' Ben Franks, my mind frame on paper chase
They gon' salute me, I don't flip, never that
See I know how to get it, I know where that money at
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
They seein' me, posin'
Ride fresh out the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
My hustle is nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night
I got a cup that's rather purple so it's oil in that Sprite
I got some partners in the cage, I be shootin' them kites
Them other guys is all hype, tell them suckas take a hike baby
You see these Gucci locs, you see them hundred spokes
I'm holdin' posts just one deep but yeah that toaster close
I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin' clocks and smashin' broads
I got money like Reggie Bush, my B-4 got a lot of yards
I'm with that Poppa Joe, Box got 'dro on the low
I killed the lean for a month or so
But I'm back on it, I can't let go
I'm down with T-Fast and G-Dash, we Swishablast
Some of these boys ain't last but we still right here countin' cash
They gon' salute me, I don't flip, never that
See I know how to get it, I know where that money at
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
They seein' me, posin'
Ride fresh out the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up