I get that paper, I do it major   I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody   Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably      My money get jealous, I keep the dough in check   The checks bounce, give me cash and give me mo' interest   Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin' west   20 thou' on the ground, what'chu wanna bet?      If I lose I roll another bet to even up   Keep lookin' for the dough like I ain't seen enough   Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus   Hop off the you know what and I'ma leave it up      Tell us what you leavin' up? The dough on the Lambo'   Don't try to be a Rambo or be an example   Passport paper, ain't a place that I can't go   Haters gettin' sick 'bout to Earl like Kimbo      Go ahead man, smack yourself silly   Rubber bands never fit when I package my scrilly   Overseas but I'm still the man back in my city   Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy      Show you how to make 'em put the paper in your face   Let the yellow bones know that it's time to skate   Pillsbury dough sho' make a lot of cake   Time to show all of these suckas how to paper chase      The blueprint for the paper, just rewind it back   Yeah our money, cash cars, I be rhymin' that   Stay ballin' on the base like a diamondback   While you in the crowd gettin' mad because the concert packed      I get that paper, I do it major   I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody   Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably      Two chicks talkin' to me on the 3-way   Breeze blowin' in the hair of my breezy   Woodgrain I'ma grab when you see me   Oakland in my hand like it's eBay      Both chicks beggin' me to come to see A   No time like I ran out of prepaid   If you don't go and give this hotness to the DJ   You'll need a doctor and it ain't gonna be Dre      Fans tryin' to figure out and try to find who   The last verse of the last hearse applied to   I could tell you a lie and tell you it's not you   But like B on the Scantron, not true      'Cause y'all boys is costumes   I brush 'em off like the canvas in an art room   Bring it on boy, my victory's your doom   Your plan was to 'Samity Sam me but it's gone boom      I get that paper, I do it major   I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody   Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably      Some people hate to see you spendin' the new bucks   You better not show your animosity to us   Hit gon' have the three K's like Klu Klux   So bring 'em to the barber that'll give 'em a crew cut      That mean minus a couple   Need to be findin' your mind instead of findin' some trouble   'Cause it's obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle   Ready to blitz, yup I seen you in outer space like a shuttle      One mil', two mil', three, fo' mil'   Stayin' hungry like I missed the past fo' meals   Half a mil' still tell a man no deal   Ridin' with the type of bananas you don't peel      Yeah, the type of weapon that don't jam   Like most of these rappers in this game that don't man   Plus the homie ridin' with me is no fan   Don't bring the drama wit'chu if you ain't bringin' no plan      I get that paper, I do it major   I'm stayin' sucker free and I'm shakin' haters   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody, say what?   I ain't really tryin' to hurt nobody   Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably