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Let's Get This Paper Lyrics – Rich Boy

Let's Get This Paper

Let's Get This Paper

Rich Boy

Song Writer(s): Jones, Jamal, Richards,
Publisher: SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC, STREET RICH MUSIC,





R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie
***k that other ****, hey, let's get this bread, homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama


Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, ***k what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?


And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man paradise
Boy, better think twice that dope have you doin' life


They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper


Yeah when you look at us, just think about it
We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few dollars
But our whole family tore up, *****, you gettin' the money
For the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'
When it's all said and done, what do you own?


You don't own nothin', you don't own you
The ***** playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey
He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back
So when it's really all said and done
What did you do this for? What difference did you make?


You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that ********
So how we know it's ********? Same *****s I went to school with


Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Well, them young *****s got pistol grips
They been about they killin' ****
But they all some hypocrites, haters, they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me


Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'


I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper


Yeah, surprise, *****s, hey, we behind that, *****
Everybody tell me to get money
Y'all *****s ain't gettin' no mother***kin' money, *****
I got millions, ***** and I'm still broke, *****
'Cause that ain't no mother***kin' money, ****


Y'all playin' right into these mother***kers' hands
Risk ya life everyday for some ********, huh, *****?
What yo' bank account say *****? Oh, that's all?


They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
*****, this the battlefield, fake *****s scream, 'Keep it real'
Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills


Hey *****, time's harder, hey so we grind harder
We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' 'cross that border
Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs, they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday


I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin', Lord that you don't let me die this time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper


Our Father who art in Heaven
Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin'
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
These *****s dumb


Yeah, *****, they gave my brother ten years, *****
What the ***k you 'posed to do with that, *****?
They gave my uncle twenty years, *****
Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, *****


I can tell ya how I feel, *****
To be on that mother***kin' stand, *****
Lookin' the mother***kin' judge in they face, *****
And he gon' tell you some stupid **** like life, *****


They sendin' y'all *****s on vacation
***** 'cross the nation, *****
Y'all *****s caught up in the mother***kin' hype, *****
Sellin' that white, *****


I've been there, done that, *****
*****, I'm from Mobile
*****, they call that ***** [Incomprehensible], *****
You bring yo' black *** down, *****
You ain't gon' make it, *****


You guaranteed to go to mother***kin' prison
Bein' black where I'm from, *****
I come from the mother***kin' impossible, *****


Now y'all *****s gotta deal with me, *****
I'm here, Zone 4, new mother***kin' money, *****
D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah

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