1. Ay fool where u been
2.Ay
3.Let's Get This Paper-Rich Boy
Yeah, yeah, ay, ay, ay
Verse 1
R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's 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 gonna move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey,
money my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
Now I
don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper