Nipsey Hussle, Marcus Black - Get Paper lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle, Marcus Black - Get Paper lyrics]
Hey, money, money hey, money, money, money
All Money In make money, money
Make money, money, money no Money Out
Hey, money, money hey, money, money, money
Uh, yeah
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Look they always thinkin' small
I'm always livin' large
It's always pretty women hoppin'
Out my pretty car
I'm always takin' trips and not be goin' far
But they be payin' cash, so I be on my job
My brody made it home
Now we back in the zone
First make a hundred thousand
Then do it on parole
A nigga stop hatin' even on probation
I hustle harder, hustle smarter
And bring more cake in
Death to all talkin', watch demonstration
It's true the root of forced
Love is crew's infiltration
Watchin' niggas watch me as
I stack this paper ain't no one chop a nigga
Down like I'm half Jamaican no exaggeration
'til then I ain't asked to take it
Now I'm the new crown holder
And these streets is waitin'
Damn a nigga fly 'cause money on your mind
Put your hands in the sky like
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Now let me hear you say hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money yeah
Make money, money make money, money, money
Now everybody say hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money yeah
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Uh, one neck, three chains, nigga, god damn
I mob black
They movin' base like the Sox playin'
I'm goin' Full Force, Roxanne, Roxanne
They said I couldn't do it, I told 'em
"I can"
Or pick another nigga 'cause I will not lose
These are Louboutins, they are not shoes
Who want it, nigga? Duck, duck, goose
Four door Aston lookin' like a coupe
I 'member when I used to
Dream about the paper
Now my mama open magazined and read about me
Paypa
Lookin' for the money? Everybody meet Paypa
Coldest nigga out, full length mink, tailored
I never said I was the hardest or the illest
Just the realest to you midgets
I'm a giant in the buildin'
West side murder, south side Chicago
Money over everything and death to my rivals
Paypa
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Hey, money, money hey, money, money, money
Make money, money make money, money, money
Hey, money, money hey, money, money, money
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
(Paper)
All Money In make money, money
Make money, money, money no Money Out
Hey, money, money hey, money, money, money
Uh, yeah
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Look they always thinkin' small
I'm always livin' large
It's always pretty women hoppin'
Out my pretty car
I'm always takin' trips and not be goin' far
But they be payin' cash, so I be on my job
My brody made it home
Now we back in the zone
First make a hundred thousand
Then do it on parole
A nigga stop hatin' even on probation
I hustle harder, hustle smarter
And bring more cake in
Death to all talkin', watch demonstration
It's true the root of forced
Love is crew's infiltration
Watchin' niggas watch me as
I stack this paper ain't no one chop a nigga
Down like I'm half Jamaican no exaggeration
'til then I ain't asked to take it
Now I'm the new crown holder
And these streets is waitin'
Damn a nigga fly 'cause money on your mind
Put your hands in the sky like
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Now let me hear you say hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money yeah
Make money, money make money, money, money
Now everybody say hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money yeah
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Uh, one neck, three chains, nigga, god damn
I mob black
They movin' base like the Sox playin'
I'm goin' Full Force, Roxanne, Roxanne
They said I couldn't do it, I told 'em
"I can"
Or pick another nigga 'cause I will not lose
These are Louboutins, they are not shoes
Who want it, nigga? Duck, duck, goose
Four door Aston lookin' like a coupe
I 'member when I used to
Dream about the paper
Now my mama open magazined and read about me
Paypa
Lookin' for the money? Everybody meet Paypa
Coldest nigga out, full length mink, tailored
I never said I was the hardest or the illest
Just the realest to you midgets
I'm a giant in the buildin'
West side murder, south side Chicago
Money over everything and death to my rivals
Paypa
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
Hey, money, money hey, money, money, money
Make money, money make money, money, money
Hey, money, money hey, money, money, money
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
(Paper)