Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paul and Paz , by - Vinnie Paz. Release date: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paul and Paz |
| I run the underworld, guy |
| I decide who does what and where they do it at |
| Why am I gonna run around and act like I’m some teeny-bopper somewhere for |
| somebody else’s money? |
| I make the money, man. |
| I roll the nickels. |
| The game’s mine. |
| I’m the king! |
| Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough |
| Please don’t hate me cause I hustle and it’s all I know |
| We get fetti man, we get that flow |
| They hate us because we love paper chasing |
| Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough |
| Please don’t hate me cause I hustle and it’s all I know |
| We get fetti man, we get that flow |
| They hate us because we love paper chasing |
| I’m the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand |
| In the Cadillac sitting on the fours |
| All the boppers so heavy but the haters mad at me |
| When I come around the corner so slow |
| I’m the shit where I’m from in the land of Screw |
| A go-getter chasing after bankrolls |
| If you’re hating; |
| don’t try it cause I’m waiting so quiet |
| A player stay up on his toes |
| I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters |
| Them boys is talking down call me catch up later |
| See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader |
| Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter |
| My mind on dollar signs so partner I’mma grind |
| Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime |
| That paper is a fool if you put in work |
| I’mma hustle 'till I’m under the dirt, I gotta get it baby |
| I’m nice with the ox, you get cut like the raw white |
| Or hit you with a fucking silver bullet like Coors Light |
| I could tell a snitch if he don’t walk through the door right |
| I could tell a snitch if he don’t handle the four right |
| The fifth levitate your body to God’s height |
| Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light |
| I’ma ride dirty so motherfucker forget the law |
| Chicken wing, shrimp, fried rice from the liquor store |
| It don’t take a lot for me to have the pistol drawn |
| Get popped in front of me, I don’t even assist the boy |
| Y’all are fronting, I don’t know what the resistance for |
| Y’all are nothing, that’s why that you keep you distance for |
| Anybody fuck with Vinnie getting laid to waste |
| I’ma have your white tee looking like it’s tomato paste |
| You a joker, motherfucker, Vinnie play the ace |
| Paul, take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange his face |
| Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough |
| Please don’t hate me cause I hustle and it’s all I know |
| We get fetti man, we get that flow |
| They hate us because we love paper chasing |
| Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough |
| Please don’t hate me cause I hustle and it’s all I know |
| We get fetti man, we get that flow |
| They hate us because we love paper chasing |
| Paper chasing |
| They hate us because we love paper chasing |
| Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough |
| They hate us because we love paper chasing |
| Paper chasing |
| Paper chasing |