"You Can't See Us" lyrics
Paul Wall & DJ.Fresh Lyrics
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
What it do? What's the deal?
I'm on the grind, tryna chase a mill'
Hide a code, oh, yes, I will
The name's Wall 'cause I'm known to build
Getting to it since I was lil'
I'm out here on the grind still
Never fake, always on the real
Me and Pop 'bout to pop a seal
Seal the bag, then wrap it up
Drop it off, I'm stacking bucks
Add it up, subtract the cut
I made a lot, but it's never enough
Purple stuff and double cups
In my bag, never out of luck
In the zone, I'm in the cut
Out the way, never out of touch
Out of Backwoods, hit the store
Hit the dice, that's ten or four
Get some bread, then get some more
Stop the hatin', never stop the flow
Aunt Gillette ridin' through the four
Holler at Damon, what's up, my bro?
Never tripping when I take a loss
Just grind hard and go get some more
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Get the 'Lac, then candy spray it
Fours tip, better tip your waiter
Mechanic costs, but you better pay it
Trunk waving goodbye to haters
On the move with the moving shakers
Back in South Park with the players
All day I'm earning wages
Big bank, no small paper
Bounce and turn back on the scene
On the go, I'm stacking cream
Get the bread by any means
Pull the blunt then pull the strings
Pockets full, all blue and green
Turning heads on M.L. King
When I was young, it was all a dream
Now the Cadillac looks so pristine
The car clean, but I'm riding dirty
Not to worry, I'ma make the drop
No hurry, I'ma slow crawl
If I'm being followed, I'ma make the block
Never stop, gotta tend the crop
Never slack, just get the guap
Top dog, no time to chill
Just stack up mills, still on the clock
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
What it do? What's the deal?
I'm on the grind, tryna chase a mill'
Hide a code, oh, yes, I will
The name's Wall 'cause I'm known to build
Getting to it since I was lil'
I'm out here on the grind still
Never fake, always on the real
Me and Pop 'bout to pop a seal
Seal the bag, then wrap it up
Drop it off, I'm stacking bucks
Add it up, subtract the cut
I made a lot, but it's never enough
Purple stuff and double cups
In my bag, never out of luck
In the zone, I'm in the cut
Out the way, never out of touch
Out of Backwoods, hit the store
Hit the dice, that's ten or four
Get some bread, then get some more
Stop the hatin', never stop the flow
Aunt Gillette ridin' through the four
Holler at Damon, what's up, my bro?
Never tripping when I take a loss
Just grind hard and go get some more
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Get the 'Lac, then candy spray it
Fours tip, better tip your waiter
Mechanic costs, but you better pay it
Trunk waving goodbye to haters
On the move with the moving shakers
Back in South Park with the players
All day I'm earning wages
Big bank, no small paper
Bounce and turn back on the scene
On the go, I'm stacking cream
Get the bread by any means
Pull the blunt then pull the strings
Pockets full, all blue and green
Turning heads on M.L. King
When I was young, it was all a dream
Now the Cadillac looks so pristine
The car clean, but I'm riding dirty
Not to worry, I'ma make the drop
No hurry, I'ma slow crawl
If I'm being followed, I'ma make the block
Never stop, gotta tend the crop
Never slack, just get the guap
Top dog, no time to chill
Just stack up mills, still on the clock
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
Never, never waitin'
Get the, get the, get the paper
It's never too much
