Get Your Paper Up (feat. Yung Redd)

歌詞

Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, neva that But I know how to get it, I know where the money at Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up They see me, posen' Ridin' fresh with 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 crushing all competition like a coke can I'm with that Damon Jones Mix-O and Black Lac In that Lac with the trunk cracked, I'm swingin' Until the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stuntin' Comin' down on gold tires, I'm on the block, holdin' it down Like some [unverified] I keep the swingers pokin' I got the windows open, white cup with somethin' potent Wood wheel still what I'm chokin' I'm on that Antwaan with Lou, Hawk And Freddie Thug, dismantle them mics And make their heads bobb, that's my job My mind on stackin' a wad, these boys out here chasin' Broads, look close, it's no mirage I got somethin' for all them frauds Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, neva that But I know how to get it, I know where the money at Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up They see me, posen' Ridin' fresh with 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 seein' hittin' targets like Peyton Manning And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor store Roll those dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4 I got that Tish from black, that tip got my back I put them elbows under the Lac and know they plottin' ta jack Boppers don't know how to act I'm leanin' back and countin' stacks Postin' up on big wheels, still tippen lex's don't get distressed I'm out here chasin' banks, breakin' bread And sippin' drank, accumulating, my Benz taste My mind straight and my paper chase Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, neva that But I know how to get it, I know where the money at Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up They see me, posen' Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors open Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night I gotta cup that's rather purple so it's oil and it's Spirte I got some partnas in the cage, I be shootin' them kites Them other guys is all hype Tell them suckas take a hike baby, you see these future Locs, you see them hundred spokes I'm on posters just one deep, ya get it, coast to coast I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin' clocks And slammin' broads, I got money like Reggie Bush My billboard got a lotta yards, I'm with that Poppa Joe I got dro on da low, I keep tha lean for a month or so But I'm back on it, I can't let go I'm down with T.Farris and G.Dat, we switchin' glass Some of these boys ain't lastin' we still right here countin' cash Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, neva that But I know how to get it, I know where the money at Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up They see me, posen' Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors open Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up