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)