Paul Wall, Kobe - I Need Mo lyrics
[Paul Wall, Kobe - I Need Mo lyrics]
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"
Go hard for mine is all I know
I'm trying to get all this dough
I try to say
"If you want me come and get me"
Early in the morning when the sun come up
I be playing my position
Trying to chase a come up
I'm on the corner like little kids
Waiting for the school bus
I'm reggie bush about my paper
Man I gotta rush
I'm chasing Johnny dame
Co vein with diamond crush
I want that TV Johnny watch
Earrings and such
I got my mind focused driving
In the fast lane
Apple paint and white seats
Looking like a candy cane
I'm running marathons
While these lames running sprints
Been pulling all nighters, all year
And ever since i'm steady grinding on the
Rise like Honda pants
Partner this is common sense
Stacking up dollars and cents
I'm thinking pickett fence, six rooms
That's on a lake
Long as I keep stacking bread like pancakes
I pray with high stakes
So I can crawl down like snakes
Trying to eat them Vincent Anthony steaks
I gotta get more
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"
From a Buick to a Benz, the American Dream
Riding apple over silver with
The insides cream
I got my mind on the foreign
So I hustle some green
And I'm somewhat color struck cuz
I only love green
I'm living the ghetto dream, money, hoes
And cloths
My mind on bankrolls, I stay up on my toes
See I'm working for that paper
Chasing after that cash
Overtime punching clocks
I call it a monster mash
That paper in my vision
So I grind with precision
A hustler's ambition
To accumulate commission
My eyes is burning cuz I ain't
Slept in bout a week
And theres no time to eat cuz my body is weak
I'm? it's time for cash stacking
There ain't no time for slacking
I'm recking money now
Later I'll be Cadillac'n
I'm packing paper and my pockets
Over flowing to the top
That's why I'm blowing my dawg
I gotta get that money!
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"
The clock keep on ticking and
The count down is on
My paper keep on stacking now
It won't be long
I'm king kong of the hustle
Using mind with muscle
Putting together plots and schemes like
A piece to a puzzle
The boys chasing broads
But, I'm out here stacking bars
Motivated my screw tapes that's in my ipod
My job is all night my hustle is all day
When you thrown in the game
There ain't no 401K
I got a dream like Dr king?
I swing it like peter parker in the Cadillac
So now I'm changing up the
Game like a clinic bitch
Hood super star with dreams of getting rich
Gimme more
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"
Go hard for mine is all I know
I'm trying to get all this dough
I try to say
"If you want me come and get me"
Early in the morning when the sun come up
I be playing my position
Trying to chase a come up
I'm on the corner like little kids
Waiting for the school bus
I'm reggie bush about my paper
Man I gotta rush
I'm chasing Johnny dame
Co vein with diamond crush
I want that TV Johnny watch
Earrings and such
I got my mind focused driving
In the fast lane
Apple paint and white seats
Looking like a candy cane
I'm running marathons
While these lames running sprints
Been pulling all nighters, all year
And ever since i'm steady grinding on the
Rise like Honda pants
Partner this is common sense
Stacking up dollars and cents
I'm thinking pickett fence, six rooms
That's on a lake
Long as I keep stacking bread like pancakes
I pray with high stakes
So I can crawl down like snakes
Trying to eat them Vincent Anthony steaks
I gotta get more
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"
From a Buick to a Benz, the American Dream
Riding apple over silver with
The insides cream
I got my mind on the foreign
So I hustle some green
And I'm somewhat color struck cuz
I only love green
I'm living the ghetto dream, money, hoes
And cloths
My mind on bankrolls, I stay up on my toes
See I'm working for that paper
Chasing after that cash
Overtime punching clocks
I call it a monster mash
That paper in my vision
So I grind with precision
A hustler's ambition
To accumulate commission
My eyes is burning cuz I ain't
Slept in bout a week
And theres no time to eat cuz my body is weak
I'm? it's time for cash stacking
There ain't no time for slacking
I'm recking money now
Later I'll be Cadillac'n
I'm packing paper and my pockets
Over flowing to the top
That's why I'm blowing my dawg
I gotta get that money!
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"
The clock keep on ticking and
The count down is on
My paper keep on stacking now
It won't be long
I'm king kong of the hustle
Using mind with muscle
Putting together plots and schemes like
A piece to a puzzle
The boys chasing broads
But, I'm out here stacking bars
Motivated my screw tapes that's in my ipod
My job is all night my hustle is all day
When you thrown in the game
There ain't no 401K
I got a dream like Dr king?
I swing it like peter parker in the Cadillac
So now I'm changing up the
Game like a clinic bitch
Hood super star with dreams of getting rich
Gimme more
We out here, trying to get it rain or shine
Can't nobody take what's mine but people say
"That they gon try to kill me"