Let's Get This Paper Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

R.I.P., Pooh Bear that 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 

No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper 

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' the 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 with 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? 

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 how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school with 

Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked 

Well, 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're 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 

Yeah, surprise, niggas, hey, we behind that, nigga 

Everybody tell me to get money 

Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga 

I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke, nigga 

'Cause that ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit 

Y'all playin' right into these motherfuckers' hands 

Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit, huh, nigga? 

What yo' bank account say nigga? Oh, that's all? 

They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq 

This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back 

Nigga, this the battlefield, fake niggas scream, "Keep it real" 

Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills 

Hey nigga, time's harder, hey so we grind harder 

We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' 'cross that border 

Tryin' to make it 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 die this time 

Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker 

No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper 

Our Father who art in Heaven 

Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin' 

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done 

These niggas dumb 

Yeah, nigga, they gave my brother ten years, nigga 

What the fuck you 'posed to do with that, nigga? 

They gave my uncle twenty years, nigga 

Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, nigga 

I can tell ya how I feel, nigga 

To be on that motherfuckin' stand, nigga 

Lookin' the motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' hype, nigga 

Sellin' that white, nigga 

I've been there, done that, nigga 

Nigga, I'm from Mobile 

Nigga, they call that bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga 

You bring yo' black ass down, nigga 

You ain't gon' make it, nigga 

You guaranteed to go to motherfuckin' prison 

Bein' black where I'm from, nigga 

I come from the motherfuckin' impossible, nigga 

Now y'all niggas gotta deal with me, nigga 

I'm here, Zone 4, new motherfuckin' money, nigga 

D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah