Enjoli - Get Your Paper lyrics

[Hook - 2x] I'ma tell you, like a n***a told me Money rules everything, around a G You gotta get up get out, get on and get your paper It's Y2K mayn, no time for you fakers [Z-Ro] All I ever wanted, was a piece of mind Doing it legal going crazy, trying to deal with 5.25 Minimum wage ain't the solution, sh** I don't even apply So it ain't no use for Mr. Ro, to do a suit and a tie I exercise my right, as a real n***a when I mash f** friends, cause they don't pay the rent give me the cash We soldiers and we united for it, chasing the cheddar We arrogant fellas, automatic rain pain baretta But let's think cause I'ma ride for mine, f** it I'll die for mine It ain't just my mouth, I gotta feed two mo' so f** it I'll try for mine Money don't grow on trees, otherwise I'm similar to an eighth Meanwhile I struggle daily, lights off and the rent late Facing a picture day, Guerilla Maab one deep gotta deal with that Go in the studio and I get paid, mouthpiece I'm real with that Never get it twisted, if it ain't no work I'll go for broke Strong arming a motherf**er, inhaling and blow the smoke [Hook - 2x] [Enjoli] Who gives a f**, about these fake a** hoes n***as be lacking on pimping, I swear I'm in it for the do' Staying on my tippie-toes, mind clicking for the green Got no time for plex so what's next, on rough s** or wolf cream No to mean G b**h thug life, and I'm married to the game In my sleep I hear my fans, guns is screaming my name Ain't a damn thang changed, moving quickly for the green Pushing V-12's with screens, sweetly no what I mean Boss hogging ripping up tracks, breaking they backs My n***a Screw yeah he gone, but ain't no stopping the techs Knock-knock we hit you right back, again and again Until we hit the top ten, six figgas rolling on in Picture that, S.U.C. gon ball like that I'm trying to put down this pen, but I can't let you make it like that You steady calling out my name, so n***a hear I come Mashing fast like a cheetah, cause you done f**ed with the wrong one [Hook - 2x] [Al-D] Painful lessons as an adolescent, made me a man Money and power in my hand, trying to make it expand I went from hobo to POLO, dimes to dollars Diamond cuffs on my wrists, ice matching my collar Follow, why a lot of hard heads and G's Screaming S.U.C., all about our currency Southside's where we reside, we ain't hard to find Catch us sipping and flipping, grain gripping with the top down Showing our a**, counting cash moving fast Diamonds on the dash, kicking in do's like the task Straight mobbing, ain't no rags see we dobbing Blowing big, with medication in our noggins Talking sh**, on our cellulars Living it up like stars, with diamond bars in our jars Outlaws for life, shaking the FED's like dice We go-getters not quitters, putting it down for a price cause uh [Hook - 4x]