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Get Your Paper Up
Paul Wall
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Ay, go'n salute me, I don't slip, 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 ya paper up
Ay, seein' me, hoes and
Ride fresh out the bank, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get ya paper up
It's Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesman
I'm crushin' all competition like a Coke can
I'm with that Damon Jones, mix up with Black
In the 'Lac with the trunk swingin'
And swingin' until the swingers 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 got them swinger-swingers pokin', got them windows-windows open
White cup with somethin' potent, wood wheel steer, what I'm chokin'
I'm on that Antwan with Lou Hawk and Freddie Todd
Dismantlin' mics and makin' their heads bob, that's my job
My mind on stackin' award, these boys out chasin' broads
Look close, that's no mirage, I got somethin' for all them frauds
Ay, go'n salute me, I don't slip, 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 ya paper up
Ay, seein' me, hoes and
Ride fresh out the bank, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get ya paper up
I'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O'Neal
No ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangster 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 six and eight, I'm ten to four
I got my tips from Black, that tip got my back
I put them elbows under the 'Lac and now they plottin'
Poppers-poppers don't know how to act, I'm leanin' back and countin'
Posted-posted up on Kidwell, still tippin' 'Lacs and dippin' 'stracs
I'm out here chasin' bank, breakin' bread and sippin' 'teas
Accumulatin' them Ben Franks, my mind framed on paper chase
Ay, go'n salute me, I don't slip, 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 ya paper up
Ay, seein' me, hoes and
Ride fresh out the bank, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get ya paper up
Step is nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night
I got a compass, rather brim so it's all in this Sprite
I got some partners in the cage, I be shootin' them kites
Them other guys is all hype, tell them suckers take a hike, baby
It's Gucci-Gucci locs, it's hundred-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 Benji Bush, my billfold got a lot of yards
I'm with that Poppa Joe, box got 'dro on the low
I killed the lean for a month, I'm back on it, I can't let go
I'm T-Ferris and G-therz, we Swishablast
Some of these boys ain't last, but we still right here countin' cash
Ay, go'n salute me, I don't slip, 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 ya paper up
Ay, seein' me, hoes and
Ride fresh out the bank, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get ya paper up