[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]