I Get It

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Paul Wall] Big money on my mind It's on my temple Chasing after paper, man, the recipe is simple Grind with your people, bust it down like a pimple Go and get it all day, no sleeping, this essential Waiting on the shipment, boys getting ignent The Benz is all white, it don't have no pigment I rock 2 chains like 2 Chainz, I'm riding round and I'm getting it But no Codeine withdrawls, my cup full and I'm sipping it Hating is a disease, just like cancer, it's malignent Them other boys ain't real, they just an imaginary [?] Like Slim Thug, I'm a hog, them suckas ain't even piglets The hustle never ends, man, the grind is Relentless 'Cause I get it [Chorus: Paul Wall] Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it Get it I grind I get it Get it I get it Get it You don't grind, you don't get it Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it Get it You don't grind, you don't get it Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it [Verse 2: Killa Kyleon] Bitch, I'm Al Pacino, Nicki on Casino Killa, y'all niggas snitches, [?] Nino Poolside with a bad bitch, sippin on Penio My hustle's so consistent, so my chips looking Rino [?] dirty money, this that Diddy money On my mind, I'm [?] yeah, that's Diddy Syrup fitted, that drank in my cup Pour up a duse, I'm drinking it up Grippin that wood [?], rolling on 4's [?] [?] sitting on 4's, see nothing but candy [?] my doors I'm dodging these haters and [?] these hoes [?] Bullshit, you can miss me with it Talking 'bout money, yeah, bitch, we get it You talk it, I live it You spit it, I did it Admit it I'm real [?] Smile for the camera, [?] H-Town [?] Keep it [?] Ball so hard, you would think I got cancer [?] Pay like ransom [?] pussy, but I love that money [?] [Chorus: Paul Wall] Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it Get it I grind I get it Get it I get it Get it You don't grind, you don't get it Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it Get it You don't grind, you don't get it Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it [Verse 3: Slaine] [?] since Bad Boy, you know I fucks with Houston, Texas Drinking Grey Goose and juice, riding dirty, stupid wreckless I came up [?], you fucking right I got a groosome message Once I got guns and a coupe full of animals I roll with [?] [?] you ain't making money, making movies and producing records [?] sceptics [?] detectives Junky type, still [?] hoes, they brooze your necklace Been that way, bees like that [?] like that Ever since I copped that first 6 duse from Hector This is how it had to be, homie, I produce [?] Some kids just never learn, you tell them how to Can't do shit, their heads' too thick They don't get it, but I do [Chorus: Paul Wall] Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it Get it I grind I get it Get it I get it Get it You don't grind, you don't get it Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it Get it You don't grind, you don't get it Get it You don't get it, you don't get it I get it