Got to Get It

Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Pat] Gotta get it Gotta get it B-B-Beanz N K-K-Kornbread [Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall] But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down (Gotta get it), gotta get mine Gotta get it [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm on the road to success, I strive to be the best I never settle for less, if I'm broke I can't rest A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smokin' on the best 'Cause I deal with lots of stress, out here on this paper quest I'm makin' progress, so I'm blessed, oh yes And I'ma get it to my last dying breath, then it's in peace I rest I'm working with that bread like a chef when he cook Now I'm back to flippin' paper like I'm reading a book Staying real wit' your partners that's a real good look But when your cash stash low all your boys get shook I been searching for that paper like it's Natalie Holloway Eight days a week, plus I grind on holidays There ain't no excuse for these boys to be broke I know some hustlers in wheelchairs, we get it til we croak From South Pole, to South Post Oak, I gotta stack them C-notes So listen up close, say [Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall & Fat Pat] I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta get it [Verse 2: Paul Wall] I gotta get them dollar signs, all of every kind Partner, I need mine; even them nickels and them dimes I'm out on the grind, stangin' every lick I find Go and get it myself, it ain't no time to stand in line I never fall behind, and, yeah, I'm full of that purple slime But I ain't dead yet, I'm just fine I'm still in my prime, so I pack at least a nine 'Cause these haters trying to block my shine like mini blinds I gotta get it Long as opportunity knock, I'ma get that guap And give it all that I got until my coffin drop The sun rise, I'm the first hustler on the block And when the sun set, I'm still out here on the clock I'm trying to hustle for them tickets, like a traffic cop I gotta hustle and get it, partner, I never stop I take that paper real serious, like Dwight Schrute Stacking up loot all around the 610 Loop [Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall] But you gotta get it (I gotta ge it), yeah, you gotta grind (I gotta grind) I'ma put it down, gotta get mine But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta get it [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I know the world in a recession, but I'm still progressin' Take heed to my confession, never fall to depression I learn from life's lesson, if you keep on pressin' You'll eventually end up on top like salad dressin' I'm never second guessin', I abide by faith And however long the race, gotta maintain pace When the haters fall to waste and my God grant grace No matter what odds I face, I'ma be in first place They hustlin' in haste to feed expensive taste But me, I gotta grind out there on that paper chase They turn they back on clements, but I'm still gon' ride Too many fish up in the water trying to float with the tide No matter how high the gas price, I'm still gon' drive Quite crying and complaining, partner, swallow your pride While you blaming everybody for your same bad luck I'ma be on the come up, sun-down to sun-up I gotta get it [Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall] But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine I'ma put it down, gotta get mine Gotta get it