[Intro: Charlie Manson]
I run the underworld, guy
I decide who does what and where they do it at
Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money?
I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game is mine. I'm the king!
[Hook: Block McCloud]
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me 'cause I hustle and it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we love paper chasin'
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me 'cause I hustle and it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we love paper chasin'
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand
In the Cadillac sitting on the fours
All the boppers so heavy but the haters mad at me
When I come around the corner so slow
I'm the shit where I'm from in the land of Screw
A go-getter chasing after bankrolls
If you hating; don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet
A player stay up on his toes
I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters
Them boys is talking down call me catch up later
See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader
Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter
My mind on dollar signs so partner I'ma grind
Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime
That paper is a fool if you put in work
I'ma hustle 'till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby
I run the underworld, guy
I decide who does what and where they do it at
Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money?
I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game is mine. I'm the king!
[Hook: Block McCloud]
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me 'cause I hustle and it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we love paper chasin'
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me 'cause I hustle and it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we love paper chasin'
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand
In the Cadillac sitting on the fours
All the boppers so heavy but the haters mad at me
When I come around the corner so slow
I'm the shit where I'm from in the land of Screw
A go-getter chasing after bankrolls
If you hating; don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet
A player stay up on his toes
I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters
Them boys is talking down call me catch up later
See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader
Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter
My mind on dollar signs so partner I'ma grind
Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime
That paper is a fool if you put in work
I'ma hustle 'till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby
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