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Paul Wall

Paul Michael Slayton (born March 11, 1981), better known by his stage name Paul Wall, is an American rapper. He is currently affiliated with Swishahouse Records, having released several albums under the label as well as collaborating with other rappers signed to the label. He was formerly musical partners with rapper Chamillionaire releasing several collaborative albums including the independently released Get Ya Mind Correct. In 2005, he was signed to Atlantic Records and became successful with his major-label debut The Peoples Champ. Get Money, Stay True followed in 2007. more »

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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
Is mine i'm the king!

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'

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
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
Serving boys like a waiter
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
I gotta get it baby

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
Don't handle the four right
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
Fried rice from the liquor store
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 you distance for
Anybody f*ck 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
And rearrange his face

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'
Paper chasin' paper chasin'

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