Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Jamal Jones, Maurece Richards
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Rich BoyLet's Get This Paper Lyrics:
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?
[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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