Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
Em
I run the underworld, guy
I decide who does what and
Where they do it at
Why am I gonna run around and act like
I'm some teeny-
bopper somewhere for
Somebody else's money?
I make the money
Man i roll the nickels the game
Verse 2
Is mine i'm the king!
Em
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me 'cause I hustle
And it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we
Em
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me 'cause I hustle
And it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we
love paper chasin'
Verse 3
Em
I'm the man with the plan and
Them rocks in my hand
In the Cadillac sitting on the fours
All the boppers so heavy but
The haters mad at me
When I come around the corner so slow
D
Em
I'm the shit where I'm from
In the land of Screw
A go- getter chasing after bankrolls
If you hating don't try it
Cause I'm waiting so quiet
A player stay up on his toes
I got my mind on paper
Not concerned with them haters
Them boys is talking down call
Me catch up later
See I pull up in that black
On black like Darth Vader
Handing bars out the window
D
Serving boys like a waiter
Em
My mind on dollar signs
So partner I'ma grind
Gotta punch that clock
And paper- chase overtime
That paper is a fool if you put in work
I'ma hustle 'till I'm under the dirt
Verse 4
I gotta get it baby
Em
I'm nice with the ox
You get cut like the raw white
Or hit you with a fuckin
S'ilver bullet like Coors Light
I could tell a snitch if he
Don't walk through the door right
I could tell a snitch if he
D
Don't handle the four right
Em
The fifth levitate your body
to God's height
Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light
I'ma ride dirty so motherfucker
Forget the law chicken wing, shrimp
D
Fried rice from the liquor store
Em
It don't take a lot for me
To have the pistol drawn
Get popped in front of me
I don't even assist the boy
Y'all are frontin'
I don't know what the resistance for
Y'all are nothin'
That's why that you keep
Em
Anybody fuck with Vinnie gettin'
Laid to waste
I'ma have your white tee looking
Like it's tomato paste
You a Joker, motherfucker
Vinnie play the Ace
Paul, take the thirty- eight snub
Verse 5
And rearrange his face
Em
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me cause I hustle
And it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we
love paper chasin'
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me cause I hustle
And it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we
love paper chasin'
Paper chasin'
They hate us because we
love paper chasin'
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
They hate us because we
love paper chasin'
Outro 1
Paper chasin' paper chasin'
Em
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