Get Paper Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Marcus Black)

[Intro: Marcus Black & Nipsey Hussle]
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
All Money In
Make money, money
Make money, money, money
No Money Out
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
Uh, yeah
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look
They always thinkin' small, I'm always livin' large
It's always pretty women hoppin' out my pretty car
I'm always takin' trips and not be goin' far
But they be payin' cash, so I be on my job
My brody made it home, now we back in the zone
First make a hundred thousand, then do it on parole
A nigga stop hatin' even on probation
I hustle harder, hustle smarter, and bring more cake in
Death to all talkin', watch demonstration
It's true the root of forced love is crew's infiltration
Watchin' niggas watch me as I stack this paper
Ain't no one chop a nigga down like I'm half Jamaican
No exaggeration, 'til then I ain't asked to take it
Now I'm the new crown holder and these streets is waitin'
Damn a nigga fly 'cause money on your mind
Put your hands in the sky like