I Ain't Hard To Find Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes 

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes 

I got that paper in them rubber bands, stacked up 

And I got somethin' hidden in the stash, wrapped up 

If you see purple in my cup, that mean I'm leanin' tough 

I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped up 

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I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones 

But my mind on cash, I'm in the zone 

I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome 

I'm well known, my wrist is rocky like Stallone 

Southlea is where I roam, the champ is here and there is no clone 

Off top, I'm well respected on many blocks 

So I'm pullin' hundreds and smashin' cocks 

Knockin' these broads up out they socks 

I'm in the hood like wig shops, look close, I ain't hard to spot 

I'm right there at that gamblin' spot, stackin' up a fat not 

So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes 

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes 

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I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King James 

The head turner like Slim Thug Chain 

I'm bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane 

I'm thowed off like Major Payne, talkin' shit like Brother Lane 

These boys talkin' down on the name 

But they all washed up like Eddie Kane 

The slab roof like David Blaine, it disappear like magic 

Glock nineteen, made of plastic, might stretch ya out just like elastic 

I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close 

Bankrolls and fine hoes, fancy cars and starched clothes 

Weed cigars and Moet rolls, pints a bar and kushy dro 

Dime collector outside the club in candy toy with the trunk exposed 

Swishahouse, baby, that's my crew, roll wit us or you'll get ran through 

We loved by few and still true, let me tell y'all just what it do 

So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes 

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes 

It's hustle time, Texas, I do this for the streets 

Grindin' with no sleep because that paper what I seek 

That hatin' need to cease, I'm evadin' the police 

And I been hustlin' since Hulk Hogan body slammed that Iron Sheek 

My flow is outta sight but them boys is all hype 

They can't see me up on that mic, so they be hatin' me outta spite 

Some potent purple Sprite, I done paid my dues 

I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on Fox News 

Sleepless nights with burner in hand 

'Cause now a days them jackass plot 

Jealousy turn friends to foes, I'm packin' glocks around the clock 

Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes, chasin' paper and ridin' vogues 

Get that dough without the po's on five nine double O 

So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes 

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find 

I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 

I got a burner in my lap at all times 

And a bag of sticky icky green limes