Z-Ro - Get Yo Paper lyrics
[Z-Ro - Get Yo Paper lyrics]
You gotta get your paper, in this game
If you a hustler (if you a hustler)
Niggas be playing with this thang
But you all about your change
They can't touch us (they can't touch us) 24
7 all day, and in business
But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it
I'm in the alley with
Them quarters and halves, up in my hand
Thinking of a master plan, I can
Hustle all night, to the early morn' (I can)
Flip the hustle serving rappers
Serving stones
And if a nigga plotting on me
I disturb his home
And then straight up fore' they even
As I swerve his
Get your paper
Hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget
To spending 10 thousand dollas on cds
And if you rapping
Ain't no handouts in this industry
Whatever, you can take your time
Get your paper
Hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget
To spending 10 thousand dollas on cds
And if you rapping
Ain't no handouts in this industry
Don't let it, take over your mind
I use to set up shop bout six o'clock
In the morning on my grind
Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks
Out of the ghetto was on my mind
Needed to relocate with the
Thought of location, keeping it on the low
Cause when niggas beep you all the time
It seems they act friends to get your dough
But it ain't no robbing me
I ride with the armory the A-R 1-5
Collecting my digit's and spinning my tires
No time for conversation I gotta ride
Back to my safe place stash
Spot for the waste plate
Cause I'm a go getter
If the game's a plate balling
I was the pitcher, cause there was no hitter
Nigga was in the majors
Nothing but home runs when I swing my bat
But some of these niggas be playing crooked
So I can't forget to bring my gat
And when it's all said and done
I'mma redo my walls with platinum placks
At the Source Awards
With a granddaddy cup of
Drank straight like that
I'mma get my paper
Hustling up in this rap game
I'm moving my unit's
I'm moving my hard and soft for stacks man
And once I get it
It ain't gon be no turning back
Fuck the boomerang affect
Making motherfuckers hate me from a distance
Hopping fences in an instant
Trying to get away from the
Long arm of the law jepordize my feddy
And I will be forced to put
Some harm on your jaw
My attitude be raising it's amazing
I'm not locked for man slaughter
Because I love my plastic princess
And I can't keep my hands off her
She be right next to my nuts
Everytime I deal with hoes and crews
Send my bitch to fucking suck it bitch
Before I know they move
Is that gangster enough for you baby
Ro gotta get his dough bro
Bending corners in a tinted
Out four do' Volvo, blowing dro ho
If you a hustler (if you a hustler)
Niggas be playing with this thang
But you all about your change
They can't touch us (they can't touch us) 24
7 all day, and in business
But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it
I'm in the alley with
Them quarters and halves, up in my hand
Thinking of a master plan, I can
Hustle all night, to the early morn' (I can)
Flip the hustle serving rappers
Serving stones
And if a nigga plotting on me
I disturb his home
And then straight up fore' they even
As I swerve his
Get your paper
Hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget
To spending 10 thousand dollas on cds
And if you rapping
Ain't no handouts in this industry
Whatever, you can take your time
Get your paper
Hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget
To spending 10 thousand dollas on cds
And if you rapping
Ain't no handouts in this industry
Don't let it, take over your mind
I use to set up shop bout six o'clock
In the morning on my grind
Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks
Out of the ghetto was on my mind
Needed to relocate with the
Thought of location, keeping it on the low
Cause when niggas beep you all the time
It seems they act friends to get your dough
But it ain't no robbing me
I ride with the armory the A-R 1-5
Collecting my digit's and spinning my tires
No time for conversation I gotta ride
Back to my safe place stash
Spot for the waste plate
Cause I'm a go getter
If the game's a plate balling
I was the pitcher, cause there was no hitter
Nigga was in the majors
Nothing but home runs when I swing my bat
But some of these niggas be playing crooked
So I can't forget to bring my gat
And when it's all said and done
I'mma redo my walls with platinum placks
At the Source Awards
With a granddaddy cup of
Drank straight like that
I'mma get my paper
Hustling up in this rap game
I'm moving my unit's
I'm moving my hard and soft for stacks man
And once I get it
It ain't gon be no turning back
Fuck the boomerang affect
Making motherfuckers hate me from a distance
Hopping fences in an instant
Trying to get away from the
Long arm of the law jepordize my feddy
And I will be forced to put
Some harm on your jaw
My attitude be raising it's amazing
I'm not locked for man slaughter
Because I love my plastic princess
And I can't keep my hands off her
She be right next to my nuts
Everytime I deal with hoes and crews
Send my bitch to fucking suck it bitch
Before I know they move
Is that gangster enough for you baby
Ro gotta get his dough bro
Bending corners in a tinted
Out four do' Volvo, blowing dro ho