Im’ma Get It Paul Wall (Ft. Bun B & Kid Sister)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Imma Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
All day, Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
All day, Imma get it
Tryna get a meal ticket
Imma Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
All day, Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
Imma Imma get it
All day, Imma get it
Tryna get a meal ticket

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Live from the gutter, aby, it's none other
Than the [?] butter
Fresh in living color, [?] lumber
And I'm on nothing less than 24 inches of rubber
Holding something [?] for player haters and lames
Stare at the Prada frames, 'cause balling is in my vanes
You hop out a Buic, and everybody looking strange
But pull up in a Range, and everybody know your name
The foreign outside, sitting on something leather
Letting the TV [?]
The boppers all love me, 'cause I'm fresh like [?]
And my pockets like [?]
My trunk stay bumping, like I'm driving on potholes
And my vicious wrist game is rocky like Collerato
Boppers, they tend to follow, when that lack pull up
So prepare to be amazed, by the candy and butter