Get This Paper

[Intro: ?] Don't do shit, don't do shit! We gon' keep right gettin' them though Cause we put a dime in the money [Hook: Denaun] I do what I do, to get more paper Gotta get this money, gotta get this money more Shit has to rock, shit has to rock Shit each one is dying fast in the money I gotta do what gotta do to get more paper Paper, paper [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I ain't good for nine to fives 'cause I'm too lazy I'd do it if I gotta but it just ain't me People with seniority used to say he crazy Show up to that bitch late and get rolled up daily [?] hate me for being a motherfucker with a plan But self-preservation, the first rule of man In my hand is where the jewels is kept I can't lose a step, making this money, G is that in depth? And what I'm reppin' is only grindin' Two steps in front, not behindin' Fighted long enough, now I'm shinin' Run your nav, [?], where I grew up Learn how to fight shit, learn how to fuck Learn what a pound was, learn how to back it up Learned if I earned dough, [?] hate, keep it tucked Shots blown, keep her vest buzzin' up Shirt on in the club, [?], I don't give a fuck 'Cause I'm... [Hook: Denaun] (Once again I have to get out there and say this DJ Young B DJ Young B The mixtape man, the mixtape man The fuck you at, [?], what you at, [?]? Pay attention, millions, billions) I do what I do, to get more paper Gotta get this money, gotta get this money more Shit has to rock, shit has to rock Shit each one is dying fast in the money I gotta do what gotta do to get more paper Paper, paper [Verse 2: Rod Dae] First the plug get plugged in Then them truckloads drug in Then them barrels get broke down Them pockets get swollen And the stack so thick that the knot's not foldin' We gettin' that New cars in the wristwatch And the popcorn bustin' out the Ziploc And the head cocks cock when the shish pop And I got the killers poppin' from P-Rock I got the D-Lock And the dime so big that they lookin' like quarters in the weed spot It's like money just grown off the treetop I'm around and shit is goin' like counterfeit But, it's comin' much quicker Hit the lil' bar and blow stacks on liquor We been eatin' good since that spot on Pickford Now it's a whole lot better We gettin' that paper I'm tryna get it right, get it in dope Because he's with his dime, passin' the money [Hook: Denaun] I do what I do, to get more paper Gotta get this money, gotta get this money more Shit has to rock, shit has to rock Shit each one is dying fast in the money I gotta do what gotta do to get more paper Paper, paper [Verse 3: Kuniva] My only frustration was just the waste of time in these streets Now I'm older, I'm grindin' much more than my teeth I forgot how to sleep, 'cause laziness wouldn't accept it I was up three hours, y'all was drunk elected I showered every two days, and [?] thought I wouldn't win On the corner sippin' gin, dirty as a pig pen I needed no friends, sinnin' with the sinners They hated, 'cause I knew how to save while they was spendin' Behavin' like everything was gravy and splendid Them [?] fell off and got mad 'cause I didn't Surveillance in my loot, I can't trust my bitch 'Cause she bit off the tree of forbidden fruit and turned snitch Now when my nose itch, it's residuals I sense I chase it, 'cause I don't like to wait to get my checks An individual who beats in ten hour intervals You into the hustle, but the hustle ain't into you [Hook: Denaun] I do what I do, to get more paper Gotta get this money, gotta get this money more Shit has to rock, shit has to rock Shit each one is dying fast in the money I gotta do what gotta do to get more paper Paper, paper (Because he's with his dime, passin' the money)