get that paper

Get That Paper Yeah, yeah, uh, let's get it, I’m out here grindin’, no sleep, no quit, Stackin’ up them hundreds, I’m the one they can’t forget, Fifties in my pocket, count ‘em up, I’m feelin’ blessed, Dead presidents, livin’ life like a fuckin’ test. Chorus: Get that paper, stack it high, make it rain, Got no time for these lames, I’m feelin’ all the pain, Hungry for the hustle, it’s a part of the game, When you’re ballin’ on the block, you don’t need no fame. Verse 1: Rollin’ through the city, yeah, I’m flexin’ hard, Thug life mentality, I’m the street’s reward, Got my crew beside me, we don’t play, we attack, Makin’ moves in the dark, you know we’ll never lack. From the corner store hustle to the big-time dreams, Baggin’ up that green, yeah, you know what it means, Keep my eyes on the guap, can’t let these haters see, I’m focused on my mission, stackin’ up that G. Chorus: Get that paper, stack it high, make it rain, Got no time for these lames, I’m feelin’ all the pain, Hungry for the hustle, it’s a part of the game, When you’re ballin’ on the block, you don’t need no fame. Verse 2: Anxiety creepin’, but I’m pushin’ through the stress, Countin’ all these hundreds, man, I’m feelin’ so blessed, Bitches wanna roll with, yeah, they love the grind, But I keep my circle tight, only trustin’ what’s mine. Dead presidents stackin', watch ‘em rise to the top, I’m in and out the trap, never givin’ up, I’m hot, Adrenaline pumpin’, I’m alive in the night, With the city as my canvas, I’m paintin’ it right. Chorus: Get that paper, stack it high, make it rain, Got no time for these lames, I’m feelin’ all the pain, Hungry for the hustle, it’s a part of the game, When you’re ballin’ on the block, you don’t need no fame. Bridge: Yeah, the grind don’t stop, this life’s a test, From the start to the finish, I’m just tryin’ to invest, In this paper chase, bitches know what’s at stake, I’m a monster in the game, yeah, make no mistake. Outro: Get that paper, it’s a hustle, it’s a fight, In the city glowin’ bright, we stay up through the night, From the 100s to the 50s, stack it up, let it flow, This the life we chose, money, power, and grow. Get that paper, yeah, you know how it goes, In this game, it’s survival, only real g's know. Get that paper, stack it to the sky, When you live like a king, ain’t no need to ask why.