(feat. Yung Redd)
[Chorus - Yung Redd] 

Ay gon' salute me 

I don't flip, neva that 

But I know how to get it, I know where the money at 

Them haters talkin' down, see him comin' up 

I get money, stay true, get your paper up 

Hey see me, hold it down 

Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors open 

Them haters talkin' down, see him comin' up 

I get money, stay true, get your paper up 



It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse Spokesman 

I'm crushing all competition like a coke can 

I'm with that Damon Jones Mix-O and Black Lac 

In that Lac with the trunk cracked, I'm swingin' 

Until the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stuntin' 

Comin' down on gold tires, I'm on the block, holdin' it down 

Like some ?? I keep the swingers pokin' I got the 

Windows open, white cup with somethin' potent, woodwheel 

Still what I'm chokin', I'm on that Antwaan with Lou, Hawk, and 

Freddie Thug, this small of ?? is makin' their heads bop, that's 

My job, my mind's on stackin' on what, these boys out here chasin' 

Broads, look close it's no mirage, I got somethin' ballin' dawg 



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I'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O' Neal 

No ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangsta grill 

I'm down for that drama so I'm known to pack a cannon 

A sharp seein' hittin' targets like Peyton Manning 

And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor store 

Roll those dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4 

I got that Tish from black, that tip got my back 

I put them elbows under the Lac, and know they plottin' ta jack 

Boppers don't know how to act, I'm leanin' back and countin' stacks 

Postin' up on big wheels, still sippin' ?? don't get distressed 

I'm out here chasin' banks, breakin' bread and sippin' drank, accumulating 

My Benz taste, my mind straight, and my paper chase 



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My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night 

I gotta cup that's rather purple, so it's oil and it's Spirte 

I got some partnas in the cage, I be shootin' them kites, them other 

Guys is all hype, tell them suckas take a hike baby, you see them 

??, you see them hundred spokes, I'm holdin' spokes just wood 

Deep, ya get it, coast to coast, I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin' clocks 

And slammin' broads, I got money like Reggie Bush, my billboard got a lotta 

Yards, I'm with that Poppa Joe, I got dro on da low, I keep tha lean for a month 

Or so, but I'm back on it, I can't let go, I'm down with T.Farris and G.Dat, we 

Switchin' glass, some of these boys ain't lastin' we still right here countin' cash 



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