[Intro: Obie Trice & Stat Quo on the phone]
Stat
Where you at, n***a?
I'm on the road, I'm on my way down there
75 south, n***a
Man, bring that motherfuckin' work, man
We gotta fill these goddamn streets
You understand what I'm talkin' 'bout
Pimp need to ask

[Verse 1]
Roll out, striaght to the ATL
Coming from the DET, gotta bail
Gotta get mail in abundance
Stat watch that yay on the oven
N***a this hustlin'
Had enough getting nothin'
Couped in the group, ballers gotta get accustomed
So I push that dust, thust me, crush 'em
Push that new stank ugly
Snowflakes in the hood like flurrys
N***a so urgently gotta earn that cheese affirmitevly
The firm with me gotta turn the keys of a 64 fever
So eager, go re-up
Get cheese on an old school beeper
No two-ways, no feds
Only way a n***a get head, get bread
Stay low pro, no po-po
No hoes in the spot where the dough grows
[Chorus]
We got to get this paper dawg any way it takes
Before you see a n***a like myself break
Even if it means that we rollin out of state
Gotta get it at a good rate
Get bucks, come home with the weight up

[Verse 2]
Dippin now, straight to the C-A-L
Get Dre on the phone
Gotta put that fluff on hold
Home grown, holmes know
Bubonic chronic gots ta move on it soon as possible
Honest U-Haul's moving by two annonymous drivers reclining
Just a couple of folks reload, from the west to the east coast
Gotta get that dough, flip them bows
Get back to the mo' like pronto
With guacamole n***as, can't grow these
Got it where they make nachos
Not so? taste that
Wipe the a-jax off that plastic wrap
Look at him now, his ass sagging like my dickie khaks'
In fact n***a chief on that
Please believe I gotta get them stacks

[Chorus]
We got to get this paper dawg any way it takes
Before you see a n***a like myself break
Even if it means that we rollin out of state
Gotta get it at a good rate
Get bucks, come home with the weight up
[Verse 3]
Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gave us bank roll
N***a never stress those stank hoes, Minnesota got that stro we on
Petroleon, on that rap
Gotta flip them o's like that
Get that dough right back, gotta make sure n***as in tact strapped
N***as get mad, gotta have what you got
Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise n***as know you ain't having that
Gotta have it at, gettin assets
Where the math at, n***a pass that
No average, pure
What do you think a n***a down here for?
Get more, gotta push them Bentley 'Zures
N***as on empty, gotta get it up plenty
N***as don't hear me

[Chorus]
We got to get this paper dawg any way it takes
Before you see a n***a like myself break
Even if it means that we rollin out of state
Gotta get it at a good rate
Get bucks, come home with the weight up