get your paper up

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

see him comin' up

i get money

stay true

get your paper up

hey see me

hold it down

ridin' fresh with the paint

doors open

them haters talkin' down

see him 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? i keep the swingers pokin' i got the

windows open

white cup with somethin' potent

woodwheel

still what i'm chokin'

i'm on that antwaan with lou

hawk

and

freddie thug

this small of? is makin' their heads bop

that's

my job

my mind's on stackin' on what

these boys out here chasin'

broads

look close it's no mirage

i got somethin' ballin' dawg

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 sippin'? 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

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 them

?

you see them hundred spokes

i'm holdin' spokes just wood

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