Kobe - I Need Mo lyrics

[Chorus: Kobe] We out here, trying to get it rain or shine Can't nobody take what's mine But people say ... "That they gon try to k** me" Go hard for mine is all I know I'm trying to get all this dough I try to say ... "If you want me come and get me" [Verse 1: Paul Wall] Early in the morning when the sun come up I be playing my position, trying to chase a come up I'm on the corner like little kids waiting for the school bus I'm reggie bush about my paper man I gotta rush I'm chasing Johnny dame, co vein with diamond crush I want that TV Johnny watch, earrings and such I got my mind focused driving in the fast lane Apple paint and white seats, looking like a candy cane I'm running marathons, while these lames running sprints Been pulling all nighters, all year, and ever since I'm steady grinding on the rise like Honda pants Partner this is common sense, stacking up dollars and cents I'm thinking pickett fence, six rooms, that's on a lake Long as I keep stacking bread like pancakes I pray with high stakes, so I can crawl down like snakes Trying to eat them Vincent Anthony steaks, I gotta get more [Chorus: Kobe] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] From a Buick to a Benz, the American Dream Riding apple over silver with the insides cream I got my mind on the foreign so I hustle some green And I'm somewhat color struck cuz I only love green I'm living the ghetto dream, money, hoes, and cloths My mind on bankrolls, I stay up on my toes See I'm working for that paper chasing after that cash Overtime punching clocks, I call it a monster mash That paper in my vision, so I grind with precision A hustler's ambition, to accumulate commission My eyes is burning cuz I ain't slept in bout a week And theres no time to eat cuz my body is weak I'm {?} its time for cash stacking, there ain't no time for slacking I'm recking money now, later I'll be Cadillac'n I'm packing paper and my pockets over flowing to the top That's why I'm blowing my dawg, I gotta get that money! [Chorus: Kobe] [Verse 3: Paul Wall] The clock keep on ticking and the count down is on My paper keep on stacking now it won't be long I'm king kong of the hustle, using mind with muscle Putting together plots and schemes like a piece to a puzzle The boys chasing broads, but I'm out here stacking bars Motivated my screw tapes that's in my ipod My job is all night my hustle is all day When you thrown in the game, there ain't no 401K I got a dream like Dr. King {?} I swing it like peter parker in the Cadillac So now I'm changing up the game like a clinic b**h Hood super star with dreams of getting rich, gimme more [Chorus: Kobe]