Get Your Paper Up

(专辑： Get Money, Stay True - 2007)

[Chorus Yung Redd]
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 talking down, see him coming up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
Hey see me, hold it down
Riding fresh with the paint, doors open
Them haters talking down, see him coming 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 swinging
Until the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stunting
Coming down on gold tires, I'm on the block, holding it down
Like some ?? I keep the swingers poking I got the
Windows open, white cup with something potent, woodwheel
Still what I'm choking, I'm on that Antwaan with Lou, Hawk, and
Freddie Thug, this small of ?? is making their heads bop, that's
My job, my mind's on stacking on what, these boys out here chasing
Broads, look close it's no mirage, I got something balling dawg

[Chorus]

I'm on the block holding 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 seeing hitting 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 plotting ta jack
Boppers don't know how to act, I'm leaning back and counting stacks
Posting up on big wheels, still sipping ?? don't get distressed
I'm out here chasing banks, breaking bread and sipping drank, accumulating
My Benz taste, my mind straight, and my paper chase

[Chorus]

My vision's nocturnal so I'm grinding 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 shooting 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 holding spokes just wood
Deep, ya get it, coast to coast, I'm slabbing candy drops, punching clocks
And slamming 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
Switching glass, some of these boys ain't lasting we still right here counting cash

[Chorus]