โหลดเพลง mp3 Get Your Paper Up (feat. Yung Redd) - Paul Wall

Get Your Paper Up - Paul Wall
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, still I'm coming up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
They see me, posen

Riding fresh with the paint, doors open

Them haters talking down, still I'm 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
I keep the swingers poking
I got the windows open, white cup with something potent
Wood wheel still what I'm choking
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 stacking a wad, these boys out here chasing
Broads, look close, it's no mirage
I got something 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 talking down, still I'm coming up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up

They see me, posen

Riding fresh with the paint, doors open

Them haters talking down, still I'm coming up

I get money, stay true, get your paper up
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 tippen lex's 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
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, still I'm coming up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up

They see me, posen

Riding fresh with the paint, doors open
Them haters talking down, still I'm coming up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
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 these future
Locs, you see them hundred spokes
I'm on posters just one 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
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, still I'm coming up
I get money, stay true, get your paper up
They see me, posen

Riding fresh with the paint, doors open
Them haters talking down, still I'm coming up

I get money, stay true, get your paper up