respect what they say Hey... yeah that's life The Pound comin' through, get the F out the way I know it's been a minute but your boy been away It feels
Hov'! Yes She wanna meet the only king on the East coast Hook me up witcha boy Snoop she said he so low I never get the chance to get at him Only on the
David Whittaker's music from the game "Lazy Jones"] Three 6 Mafia! Put your money where your mouth is boy If you really wanna do somethin GET THE FUG
that The radio's been playing the same song all day long... So get your glass lift it up in the toast position We getting paper like John Travolta get
I'm livin on large estates boy! Chorus: *sung* Flavor Flav shake yo' booty Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty Stack paper, and let's get crazy
s. Now let me get that hand clap, yah, let me get that hand clap. I'm rich and black. I'm young and strapped. You goin get yo man clapped, you goin get
it out of context (Woo!) Let's say your past is your present and your present is your cash (cash) So I look forward to the future (YEAH!) Get a little paper
mo paper (Chorus) [Bow Wow] We some get money niggas Get get money niggas (x3) See one thing we have in common Is that we some get money niggas (Hate) [Soulja Boy] This
snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix Watch how we do this shit, Bad Boy 2Kin it So playboy, what type of paper is you playin' wit See that Bad Boy
this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'f**ker get
got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Thousand dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the ground Which means you get it
' paper paper chasin', look that's all we know Comin' through the neighborhood on them 24s Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, that's
cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here [Fel] One shot, hey! [Lay] Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggaz get from round here
, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused Ya boy gettin? paper
Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh jacket They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get
in the stable Getting mo paper (Chorus) We some get money niggas Get get money niggas (x3) See one thing we have in common Is that we some get money niggas (Hate) [Soulja Boy] This