Paper Chase

Lyrics
[Verse 2: Jay-Z] I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones A down ass bitch and she down to click Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with And my plan is, not to leave this town 'til I'm rich Gotta find a nigga selling all them ounces and shitTell them get down with the clique or get found in a ditch See, I drop down and strip, I turn around and spitNot to hit 'em, just to let 'em know the sound of shit Return later that evening in the club with Fox And I got the snub nose for those that love to box I'm in search of them young niggas that hug the blockAll day, 'til it's light gray outsideShoot dice, talking shit all day outsideAnd even when it's hot, they outside Let 'em know how it's gonna go, Bonnie and ClydeAnd ayo, you would want me on your side [Chorus: Foxy Brown & Jay-Z ] Gotta get that paper, dog Gotta touch that, love that paper, dog, uh Gotta get that paper dog Gotta have that, grab that paper, dog! Gotta get that paper, dog Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that Gotta get that paper, dog When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at? [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the bestI ain't got it to give, but I got it to test And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest Is your time, I gotta move this in a week or less For the next couple of days, I brought out all I possessThe Rolex, necklaces with the VVS Between the driver and the passenger, where the TV rest For my top draft picks, I cop the new GS Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team'Cause I ain't sold 'em a dream, I just showed 'em the creamPicked 'em up in the afternoons and told 'em some thingsYou know the regular shit you do when you molding them teens Yo, never lay your head where you holding them thingsKeep the family, then your business, nothing goes in between Never feared no man, put four in his bean Drop your gun, then blow the scene, ya heard me? [Chorus: Foxy Brown & Jay-Z ] Gotta get that paper, dog Gotta touch that, love that paper, dog, uh Gotta get that paper dog Gotta have that, grab that paper, dog! Gotta get that paper, dog Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that Gotta get that paper, dog When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at?
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Credits
- Writers
- JAŸ-Z
- Timbaland
- Producers
- Timbaland
- Mastered At
- Powers House of Sound
- Mixed At
- Manhattan Center Studios
- Label
- Roc-A-Fella Records
- Def Jam Recordings