Lyrics We Getting Paper - The Beatnuts

We Getting Paper

hi im name is bob was a man you lived on the skunk
you didn’t know where to go around the phone that
will allow I’m on my phone is going around tomorrow
I’m what’s your rapper I’m going to go up my Publix
in the rapper I’m spitting rhymes are mine Rhymes
don’t be mad, get in time don’t be mad I love you all
I’m later no just asking stabbed in the back of my
Cadillac celebrity happen or go out that happened
don’t be mad that I’m in my Cadillac goes online
that they wanted that you drive around don’t want
to do it affects my soul captor I do you want to bake for them