Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Get This Paper, artist - Rich Boy.
Date of issue: 12.03.2007
Song language: English
Let's Get This Paper |
R.I.P. |
Pooh Bear, that’s my dead homie |
Fuck that other shit, hey, let’s get this bread homie |
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta |
They underestimate me cause I’m comin' from Alabama |
Martin Lee Anderson he ain’t even have a chance |
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance |
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did |
So tell me how I’m 'posed to feel when police killin' kids? |
And then we can’t get a job, ridin' we get them pounds |
If it ain’t that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down |
See that ice, the dope man paradise |
Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life |
They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next? |
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks |
Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker |
Naw I don’t see them haters, so let’s go get this paper |
Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we don’t own nothin' |
If we get money, we got a lil' few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga |
You gettin' money for the people in ya family that ain’t got nothin' |
When it’s all said and done, what do you own? |
You don’t own nothin', you |
Don’t own you… The nigga playin' basketball, he don’t own that jersey, |
he can’t |
Even be in a commercial wit' his name on the back, so when it’s really all |
Said and done, what did you do this for? |
What difference did you make? |
You see how the world changin'? |
Yeah, they left Saddam hangin' |
Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin' |
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit |
So know how we know it’s bullshit? |
Same niggas I went to school wit' |
Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked |
Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' shit |
But they all some hypocrites, haters they won’t let me be |
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me |
Now Kendrix Curtis gone, them angels took him home |
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong |
Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin' |
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin' |
I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land |
I need another chance, I wanna meet that man |
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker |
No I don’t see you haters, so let’s go get this paper |
Yeah! |
Surprise niggas! |
Hey we ??? |
nigga! |
Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' |
Money… Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! |
I got |
Millions nigga and I’m still broke nigga cause that ain’t no mutafuckin' money! |
Y’all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands… Risk ya life |
Everyday for some bullshit! |
Huh nigga? |
What yo' bank account say nigga? |
Oh that’s all? |
Haha! |
They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq |
It’s soldiers in that war that ain’t never gon' make it back |
Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real |
Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills |
Hey nigga times harder, so we grind harder |
We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water |
Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain’t gotta be this way |
Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday |
I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes |
And now I’m beggin' Lord that you don’t let me down this time |
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker |
No I don’t see them haters, so let’s go get this paper |
Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack |
Sellin'… Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb |
Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga… what the |
Fuck you s’posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga |
Matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga… I can tell ya how I feel nigga |
Be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they |
Face nigga… and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like «life» nigga |
They sendin' y’all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga, y’all |
Niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga… Sellin' that white |
Nigga… I been there, done that nigga Nigga I’m from Mobile nigga they call |
that |
Bitch Cotton city nigga, you bring yo' black ass there nigga, you ain’t gon' |
make it |
Nigga… You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I’m from |
Nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y’all niggas gotta |
Deal wit' me nigga I’m here! |
Zone 4 new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad |
Rich Boy! |
Polow Da Donnnnnnn! |
Yeah! |