Listen to Paul and Paz (feat. Paul Wall & Block McCloud) by Vinnie Paz

Paul and Paz (feat. Paul Wall & Block McCloud)

Vinnie Paz

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
Performer
Clance
Clance
Performer
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Performer
Ismael Diaz
Ismael Diaz
Performer
Paul Slayton
Paul Slayton
Performer
Craig Lanciani
Craig Lanciani
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Songwriter
Ismael Diaz
Ismael Diaz
Songwriter
Paul Slayton
Paul Slayton
Songwriter
Craig Lanciani
Craig Lanciani
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clance
Clance
Producer

Lyrics

I run the underworld, guy* I decide who does what and where they do it at. Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game's mine. I'm the king! Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get fetti man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing Gotta get feddy, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get feddy man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand In the Cadillac sitting on the fours I'll do papy so happy but the haters mad at me When I come around the corner so slow I'm the shit where I'm from in the land of Screw A go-getter chasing after bankrolls If you're hating don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet A player stay up on his toes I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters Them boys is talking down call me catch up later See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter My mind on dollar signs so partner I'm a grind Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime That paper is a fool if you put in work I'm a hustle till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby I'm nice with the ox, you get cut like the raw white Or hit you with a fucking silver bullet like Coors Light I could tell a snitch if he don't walk through the door right I could tell a snitch if he don't handle the four right The fifth levitate your body to God's height Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light I'm a ride dirty so motherfucker forget the law Chicken wing, shrimp, fried rice, and the liquor store It don't take a lot for me to have the pistol drawn Get popped in front of me, I don't even assist the boy Y'all are fronting, I don't know what the resistance for Y'all are nothing, that's why that you keep you distance for Anybody fuck with Vinnie getting laid to waste I'm a have your white tee looking like it's tomato paste You a joker motherfucker Vinnie play the ace Paul take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange his face Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get fetti man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing Gotta get feddy, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get feddy man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing Paper chasing They hate us because we love paper chasing Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough Paper chasing They hate us because we love paper chasing
Writer(s): Ismael Diaz, Paul Michael Slayton, Vincent Luviner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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