(feat. Kobe)
[Chorus: Kobe]

We out here, trying to get it rain or shine

Cant nobody take what's mine

But people say ...

"That they gon try to kill me"



Go hard for mine is all I know

I'm trying to get all this dough

I try to  say ...

"If you want me come and get me"



[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

Early in the morning when the sun come up 

I be playing my position, trying to chase a come up

I'm on the corner like little kids waiting for the school bus

I'm reggie bush about my paper man I gotta rush



I'm chasing Johnny dame, co vein with diamond crush

I want that TV Johnny watch, earrings and such

I got my mind focused driving in the fast lane

Apple paint and white seats, looking like a candy cane



I'm running marathons, while these lames running sprints

Been pulling all nighters, all year, and ever since

I'm steady grinding on the rise like Honda pants

Partner this is common sense, stacking up dollars and cents



I'm thinking pickett fence, six rooms, that's on a lake

Long as I keep stacking bread like pancakes

I pray with high stakes, so I can crawl down like snakes

Trying to eat them Vincent Anthony steaks, I gotta get more



[Chorus: Kobe]



[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

From a Buick to a Benz, the American Dream

Riding apple over silver with the insides cream

I got my mind on the foreign so I hustle some green

And I'm somewhat color struck cuz I only love green



I'm living the ghetto dream, money, hoes, and cloths

My mind on bankrolls, I stay up on my toes

See I'm working for that paper chasing after that cash

Overtime punching clocks, I call it a monster mash



That paper in my vision, so I grind with precision

A hustler's ambition, to accumulate commission

My eyes is burning cuz I aint slept in bout a week

And theres no time to eat cuz my body is weak



I'm {?} its time for cash stacking, there aint no time for slacking

I'm recking money now, later I'll be Cadillac'n

I'm packing paper and my pockets over flowing to the top

That's why I'm blowing my dawg, I gotta get that money!



[Chorus: Kobe]



[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

The clock keep on ticking and the count down is on

My paper keep on stacking now it wont be long

I'm king kong of the hustle, using mind with muscle

Putting together plots and schemes like a piece to a puzzle



The boys chasing broads, but I'm out here stacking bars

Motivated my screw tapes that's in my ipod

My job is all night my hustle is all day

When you thrown in the game, there aint no 401K



I got a dream like Dr. King {?}

I swing it like peter parker in the Cadillac

So now I'm changing up the game like a clinic bitch

Hood super star with dreams of getting rich, gimme more



[Chorus: Kobe]