VINNIE PAZ - Paul And Paz lyrics

rate me

I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game's mine. I'm the king!

Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough

Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know

We get fetti man, we get that flow

They hate us because we love paper chasing

Gotta get feddy, gotta get that dough

Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know

We get feddy man, we get that flow

They hate us because we love paper chasing

I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand

In the Cadillac sitting on the fours

When I come around the corner so slow

I'm the shit where I'm from in the land of Screw

A go-getter chasing after bankrolls

If you're hating don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet

A player stay up on his toes

I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters

Them boys is talking down call me catch up later

See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader

Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter

My mind on dollar signs so partner I'm a grind

Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime

That paper is a fool if you put in work

I'm a hustle till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby

I'm nice with the ox, you get cut like the raw white

Or hit you with a fucking silver bullet like Coors Light

I could tell a snitch if he don't walk through the door right

I could tell a snitch if he don't handle the four right

The fifth levitate your body to God's height

Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light

I'm a ride dirty so motherfucker forget the law

Chicken wing, shrimp, fried rice, and the liquor store

It don't take a lot for me to have the pistol drawn

Get popped in front of me, I don't even assist the boy

Y'all are fronting, I don't know what the resistance for

Y'all are nothing, that's why that you keep you distance for

Anybody fuck with Vinnie getting laid to waste

I'm a have your white tee looking like it's tomato paste

You a joker motherfucker Vinnie play the ace

Paul take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange his face