Uni-G - Paper Lyrics

I, I, I, I get the paper, I, I, I, I get the, get the paper
I get the paper, I-I get the paper
I get the paper so I don't care
Get Money
I, I, I, I get the paper, I, I, I, I get the, get the paper
Get Money
I get the paper, I-I get the paper
Get Money
Get Money
I get the paper so I don't care

Shoutout my homie, E, that's my right-hand man
I remember playing with blocks, now he's playing with sand
See, I told him watch his back, cause them gunners in his clan
Be the same tryna stuff him in a can
We bout to leave his crib and buy some blunts from the store
Then his son asked him how come you don't me no more
He said of course, I love you, I'm just never in the house
'Cause I gotta put in work to put food in your mouth
His son said, daddy, I don't wanna be alone
I won't eat no more if you promise to stay home
E froze, I'll be back in no time
Guess his son was on his mind when he the pulled the .45 on Mr. Hynes
Mr. Hynes said E, I knew you since you was three
E said, it ain't personal, I need it for my seed
Mr. Hynes, crying, said I got a family to feed
The Lord said, ask and thou shall receive
He said, yo, dead all that holy, I ain't ask that
Where the cash at? Put it in a bag and pass that
E smiling, turned around to run back home
Mr. Hines pulled out the chrome and popped one in his dome,
Paper

I, I, I, I get the paper, I, I, I, I get the, get the paper
I get the paper, I-I get the paper
I get the paper so I don't care
Get Money
Get Money
Get Money
Get Money
Get Money
Get Money
Get Money
Get Money