(INTRO IN)
We go harder than you use to all the thangs we choose to Man I'm all about my so the money move when I say so And you use to haters But around me they gets no Htown that's Inglewood and its brought to you by Fabalon
(CHORUS)
If you ain't bout paper what you doing (what you huh?) I be getting money all the time (I be money) Yeah I be getting all the time (I be money) Yeah I be getting all the time X2
(VERSE ONE)
things first ni**a Faba-lon for Two I never ever be no lame a** ni**a Maybe if you was smarter you get on my level My get get agenda is certified, we winners Sideline ain't in it for the real ni**as out her pushing the frontline Its rack So I get to the money Chell told me focus Think them ni**as you phony So I'm, up all night the morning my bread like my tenderoni Two steps ahead of really on it So in the morning, that's four step of these fake ni**as no younger ain't no time to be waiting ni**a Don't lie to me ni**a if you down You ain't I get it, I dat sh*t, but don't sweat that sh*t See you at the top of the When you get I'll be a bad chick on my dick hairs Pissed the stones I lost Out my writs wear, who going me something I feel like I done done it for the whole Damn and I'm ready Racks on, on heavy Fabalon we on baby (and I know boys sick) the album drop, single pop then oh sh*t! you how to do it Show you I'm the man or the closest to it boy, kill yaself (What you on!!)
(CHORUS)
If you ain't bout this paper what you (what you huh?) Cause I be getting all the time (I be money) Yeah I be money all the time (I be money) I be getting money all the time X2
(VERSE TWO) Nah I can it to you play boy I just know what I know what I Get that urge to get and I go All my get bread ni**as know Its dat feeling its da Its dat fu*k out of here ni**a we ain't got time to be talking about We got time to be talking about slow We ain't got to be talking about no Its Life And it you ain't down kill yoself And I that disrespect (NICE!) We gone keep on doing that same That got us in the first place Now we hotter a flame pit all day bitch (And you it) Still pop surround, holding Still up pouring purp in the mix hit licks get Yurp! All of my All of my Still getting money, the haters Sucka for lovers nucka fade us here, still till, still getting paper So um, me, while I work Fabaloning doing my Man I you see me shinning and it hurt Boys talk down, but I kept work Where I'm from tongue get boys put to sleep but E-Thugs talk tuff when they out of But you fu*ks up running into me (CAUSE ITS BABY YEAH!)
(CHORUS) If you ain't this paper what you doing (what you huh?) Cause I be getting money all the (I be money) Yeah I be getting all the time (I be money) Yeah I be money all the time X2