Paul Wall - Tryin To Get Paid lyrics

[Paul Wall]

I'm on the grind, trying to make paper stack up

And if I slip and fall, then I get back up

A two piece, any hater that wanna act up

And if boxing don't work, a glock got my back up pimping

Talking down, is a thing of the past

Instead of tripping off of me, you should be getting your cash

I got a lot of paparazzi, trying to see through my glass

Well peep game I'm bout to teach class, listen to me

I'm a hustler, with only one thing on my mind

And that's getting all that's mine, while I'm in my prime

Whether it's legal or a crime, the police still blind

Cause I'm quiet and hush-hush, like a mime

I'm gon shine, but not till the appropriate time

So I nickel and dime, every lick I find

If I fall in a bind, my inventory still fine

I never let a slump, influence the way I grind baby

[Hook]

All day and every night, I think about one thang

Stacking my change, and that ain't never gon change

I got plans for running game, until the money is drained

Putting rocks in my ring, and ride a drop on swangs

Steady hustling on the grind, out here doing my thang

I'm just trying to maintain, how many licks I could stang

But these boys who talking loud, they ain't got nothing to say

But I ain't worried, I'm just trying to get paid

[Paul Wall]

I'm on the grind, I hustle everyday all day

I'm trying to shine, with muscle and show off parque

I lost time in the struggle, so I grind always

Cause on my mind, I'm making up for lost pay

I'm using my past for inspiration, when I was broke

I had dreams and aspirations, influenced by hope

I get up get out and get it, while I can cause I might get jammed

Life don't always go, the way that you plan

Instead of ducking the undercovers, or snoring undercovers

I'm climbing out the underground, increasing my numbers

24/7 I grind, ain't no time for sleep

Cause if you snooze you lose, and if you sleep you won't eat pimping

I go and get it, being broke I ain't with it

A different hustle every minute, if I said it I did it

I can't let no critic, influence my mash for paper

I grind major I'ma shine later, holla playa

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]

I'm on the grind, I worked for everything that I got

I go and get it while it's hot, I'm on the block nonstop

Cause I remember, when I didn't have didly squat

And I'm not, trying to make a U-turn from the top pimping

It ain't no time, for relationships

Cause 99 percent of dips, will try to take your chips

Ain't no slipping in my pimping, or slacking on my macking

These boys lazy Cadillac'ing, while I'm greenback stacking

Cause, while they in they bed catching they Z's

I'm in the streets, trying to catch me some G's

I gotta go and get all that I'm worth, cause being broke hurt

And I ain't got time for shooting the breeze, check me out

I hustle like a fiend, cause I'm addicted to cash

I can't let my window, of oppritunity pass

It really ain't no telling, how long my money gon last

So I mash and get it fast, first class for real

[Hook - 2x]