เนื้อเพลง Let's Get This Paper - Rich Boy

Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey

[Verse 1]
R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie
F*ck that other sh*t, 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, f*ck 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
Naw I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

[Bridge 1]
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 n*gga
you gettin' 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 n*gga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey, he can't
even be in a commercial wit' 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?

[Verse 2]
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 bullsh*t
So know how we know it's bullsh*t? Same n*ggas I went to school wit'
Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Them young n*ggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' sh*t
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 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

[Bridge 2 - Polow Da Don]
Yeah! Surprise n*ggas! Hey we ?? n*gga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin'
money... Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no muthaf*ckin' money n*gga! I got
millions n*gga and I'm still broke n*gga 'cause that ain't no mutaf*ckin' money!
Y'all playin' right into these muthaf*ckin' hands... Risk ya life
everyday for some bullsh*t! Huh n*gga? What yo' bank account say n*gga?
Oh that's all? Haha!

[Verse 3]
They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
It's soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
N*ggas this the battlefield, fake n*ggas scream keep it real
Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills
Hey n*gga times harder, so we grind harder
We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water
Tryin' to get 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 down this time
Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
No I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

[Bridge 3 - Rich Boy]
Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack
sellin'... Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these n*ggas dumb
Yeah n*gga gave my brother ten years n*gga... what the
f*ck you s'posed to do wit' that n*gga they gave my uncle twenty years n*gga..
matter fact they gave my cousin life n*gga... I can tell ya how I feel n*gga
be on that muthaf*ckin' stand n*gga lookin' the muthaf*ckin' judge in they
face n*gga... and he gon' tell you some stupid sh*t like "life" n*gga..
They sendin' y'all n*ggas on vacation n*gga 'cross the nation n*gga, y'all
n*ggas caught up in the muthaf*ckin' hype n*gga... Sellin' that white
n*gga... I been there, done that n*gga N*gga I'm from Mobile n*gga they call that
b*tch ?? city n*gga, you bring yo' black ass there n*gga, you ain't gon' make it
n*gga... You guaranteed to go to muhf*ckin' prison bein' black where I'm from
n*gga I come from the mutaf*ckin' impossible n*gga Now y'all n*ggas gotta
deal wit' me n*gga I'm here! Zone 4 new muthaf*ckin' money n*gga D Boy Squad..
Rich Boy! Polow Da Donnnnnnn! Yeah!