Mr. C - Get That Paper (feat. Oneway Flight)

Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters
Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters

Now sit on the sideline and watch me do me
Me and slim rueski getting money like a two piece
From the damn Popeyes like they sell on Tuesdays
I'm flyer than them chicken wings nigga watch
Me do me
I'm so slick with it cuz I chase paper all the time
I'm sly like a fox and I'm staying on my damn grind
Know I gotta get Mine
Player I'm trying to shine
Just like a star in the sky and I ain't even lying
I just keep it so gutta in dis bitch Stay on my paper chase
And never fuck with a snitch
Never fuck with a bitch that make My money short
I keep moving g forward ain't no Time to back off cuz
I get the money chase the money Stacking paper Nah
On the grind and I'm smashing on You haters nah
Im sitting high when on sliding on Them gators ha
Now watch them haters eyes drop When I slide by

Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters
Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters

Back to hustle mane
Back to the struggle mane
On the block move them thangs
Working my muscle mane
That's the hustle mane
Don't give the hustle game
To you damn lames or you silly
Mutha fuckers mane
But ya niggaz betta peep n watch my Signals
When a nigga slide thru
Or peep n watch the pistol
That I keep on my side in the L shape
Hating ass nigga make you eat this Fuckin shell case
Watch you fall to the ground cause you Fell fake
Short of real nigga
And that's what the sell takes
A real nigga like me
Grinding on the B L O C to the Fuckin KG
I'm Getting money
And I chase it on a daily
I only talk money so fuck you pay me
Only talk cash bitch fuck you pay me

Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters
Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters
Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters
Get that money
Chase that paper
Stack that dough on all you haters

My swag Drippin
My bag different
I'm really ballin
They half stepping
I'm calling plays
They throwing shade
I'm in the game
While they Johnny Cage
Shitting on these haters
Man I'm past pissed
Here's my ass kiss
Now That's a facelift
Choker chain and sum VVS Man I Had to flex
And I ain't even got muscles
I'm pumpin mad checks

Written by:
Adrain Wheeler, Chay Gordon

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