Rich Boy - Let's Get This Paper Lyrics

Rich Boy Let's Get This Paper lyrics is the 15th song on the album "Rich Boy" by Rich Boy.
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Let's Get This Paper by Rich Boy

Yeah yeah hey hey hey


[Verse 1]

R.I.P. Pooh Bear that's my dead homie

Fuck that other shit 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 fuck 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

Naw I don't see them haters so let's go get this paper


[Bridge 1]

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 nigga

You gettin' 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 nigga playin' basketball he don't own that jersey he can't

Even be in a commercial wit' 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?

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[Verse 2]

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 bullshit

So know how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school wit'

Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked

Them young niggas got pistol grips they been about they killin' shit

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 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


[Bridge 2 - Polow Da Don]

Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we ?? nigga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin'

Money... Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! I got

Millions nigga and I'm still broke nigga 'cause that ain't no mutafuckin' money!

Y'all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands... Risk ya life

Everyday for some bullshit! Huh nigga? What yo' bank account say nigga?

Oh that's all? Haha!


[Verse 3]

They shippin' them boys off they fightin' in Iraq

It's soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back

Niggas this the battlefield fake niggas scream keep it real

Yeah yeah rob steal anything to pay them bills

Hey nigga times harder so we grind harder

We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water

Tryin' to get 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 down this time

Money my motivator my mouth my money maker

No I don't see them haters so let's go get this paper


[Bridge 3 - Rich Boy]

Our Father who art in Heaven Please Lord forgive me for that crack

Sellin'... Thou kingdom come thou will be done these niggas dumb

Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga... what the

Fuck you s'posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga..

Matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga... I can tell ya how I feel nigga

Be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they

Face nigga... and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga..

They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga y'all

Niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga... Sellin' that white

Nigga... I been there done that nigga Nigga I'm from Mobile nigga they call that

Bitch ?? city nigga you bring yo' black ass there nigga you ain't gon' make it

Nigga... You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I'm from

Nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y'all niggas gotta

Deal wit' me nigga I'm here! Zone 4 new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad..

Rich Boy! Polow Da Donnnnnnn! Yeah!

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