Paul Wall - Get Your Paper Up lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Yung Redd)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Chorus - Yung Redd]</i> <br>
Ay gon' salute me <br>
I don't flip, neva that <br>
But I know how to get it, I know where the money at <br>
Them haters talkin' down, see him comin' up <br>
I get money, stay true, get your paper up <br>
Hey see me, hold it down <br>
Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors open <br>
Them haters talkin' down, see him comin' up <br>
I get money, stay true, get your paper up <br>
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It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse Spokesman <br>
I'm crushing all competition like a coke can <br>
I'm with that Damon Jones Mix-O and Black Lac <br>
In that Lac with the trunk cracked, I'm swingin' <br>
Until the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stuntin' <br>
Comin' down on gold tires, I'm on the block, holdin' it down <br>
Like some ?? I keep the swingers pokin' I got the <br>
Windows open, white cup with somethin' potent, woodwheel <br>
Still what I'm chokin', I'm on that Antwaan with Lou, Hawk, and <br>
Freddie Thug, this small of ?? is makin' their heads bop, that's <br>
My job, my mind's on stackin' on what, these boys out here chasin' <br>
Broads, look close it's no mirage, I got somethin' ballin' dawg <br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i> <br>
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I'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O' Neal <br>
No ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangsta grill <br>
I'm down for that drama so I'm known to pack a cannon <br>
A sharp seein' hittin' targets like Peyton Manning <br>
And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor store <br>
Roll those dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4 <br>
I got that Tish from black, that tip got my back <br>
I put them elbows under the Lac, and know they plottin' ta jack <br>
Boppers don't know how to act, I'm leanin' back and countin' stacks <br>
Postin' up on big wheels, still sippin' ?? don't get distressed <br>
I'm out here chasin' banks, breakin' bread and sippin' drank, accumulating <br>
My Benz taste, my mind straight, and my paper chase <br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i> <br>
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My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night <br>
I gotta cup that's rather purple, so it's oil and it's Spirte <br>
I got some partnas in the cage, I be shootin' them kites, them other <br>
Guys is all hype, tell them suckas take a hike baby, you see them <br>
??, you see them hundred spokes, I'm holdin' spokes just wood <br>
Deep, ya get it, coast to coast, I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin' clocks <br>
And slammin' broads, I got money like Reggie Bush, my billboard got a lotta <br>
Yards, I'm with that Poppa Joe, I got dro on da low, I keep tha lean for a month <br>
Or so, but I'm back on it, I can't let go, I'm down with T.Farris and G.Dat, we <br>
Switchin' glass, some of these boys ain't lastin' we still right here countin' cash <br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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