| AK, Belo |
| Bout to show 'em how to paper chase |
| Chicage if you with me |
| C’mon, tell me something K |
| Do you know, now do you know |
| They give you, triple-life in jail |
| For some shit that you didn’t even do? |
| Now do you know, now do you know |
| They got majority locked down |
| While we cry for our peoples and they tools |
| Now do you know, now do you know |
| They got a nigga in hell |
| But we hustle cause our rent is past-due |
| Now do you know, now do you know |
| We know right from wrong |
| But motherfucka’s ain’t actin' brand new |
| This shit is all good |
| We hustle in the hood |
| I gotta get my money riiight |
| If it don’t make dollars |
| It don’t make sense |
| I gotta get my money riiight |
| This shit is all good |
| We hustle in the hood |
| I gotta get my money riiight |
| If it don’t make dollars |
| It don’t make sense |
| I gotta get my money riiight |
| We gon' get this paaper (Yeah) |
| Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don’t care |
| No matter what haters might say |
| We grindin' like every day |
| Can’t let this get away |
| We gon' get this paper |
| I wake up early |
| Start chiefin' while gettin' blown |
| I’m thinkin' of ways |
| That I can get my money on |
| I got four-five in the 'Lac |
| And packed with chrome |
| And bitches be all grimey |
| They fuck til' yo money gone |
| I keeps it grimey |
| You find me off in the hood |
| Gettin' dis-combobulated |
| With' little Jimmy and them and umm |
| We poppin' bottles |
| You follow while shootin' craps |
| Give me daps, rock up, get paid |
| On the block, we get to hoppin' em |
| Now, what you say, now, now |
| My pockets hum with the mum |
| With the bump, get crunk |
| Well I’m bout to kick it off |
| I got my nigga with' pump |
| With' the thumb, let’s go, well |
| We goin' out for the door |
| And I’m not lettin' off |
| I gots to keep the hustle |
| I got to keep the paper |
| A broke man can’t understand |
| If he don’t got paper |
| Benjamins won’t come to you |
| Unless you go head out and make 'em |
| No matter what they say |
| I’m always paper chasin' |
| We gon' get this paaper (Yeah) |
| Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don’t care |
| No matter what haters might say |
| We grindin' like every day |
| Can’t let this get away |
| We gon' get this paper |
| Paper (Paper) |
| Paper (Chase that paper y’all) |
| Paper (Paper) |
| Paper |
| I know it’s hard without a nine-to-five job |
| Or a twenty-four hustle |
| When the coke get low |
| It make the whole street struggle |
| I grind so grimey |
| Because my ho shoes buckle |
| And my pants drag low |
| I got to fold 'em down and tuck 'em |
| The dream from the past |
| Was to come outta the shade and scuffle |
| Now watch the rich people sit back and get paid |
| While the haters and the envy had a plan for that |
| They tried to put me in a situation- |
| Where they thought I couldn’t adapt |
| I’m tryin’a tell you… |
| You livin' in a cold, cold world |
| When I used to live in the 'jects |
| With' a dope fiend girl |
| You ain’t never had no struggle like this |
| And you ain’t had a hustle like this |
| If you ain’t never walked around in my shoes before |
| How can you judge all the drugs that I’ve used before? |
| Lord help me, look at the place that we livin' in |
| And tell me you wouldn’t scuffle |
| To get you some dividends |
| We gon' get this paaper (Yeah) |
| Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don’t care |
| No matter what haters might say |
| We grindin' like every day |
| Can’t let this get away |
| We gon' get this paper |