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Get Paper
Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Paper was released on April 3, 2026 by XL Productionz, LLC as a part of the album Count It Up (Volume One)
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Release DateApril 3, 2026
LabelXL Productionz, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald XL Robertson
Donald XL Robertson
Vocals
Master P
Master P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Master P
Master P
Songwriter
Adam Pigott
Adam Pigott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donald XL Robertson
Donald XL Robertson
Mastering Engineer
blaqnmild
blaqnmild
Producer

Lyrics

X, I gave you the combination
Big dawg, go to the vault and get them records I got in there
Alright
Alright, let's count it up
I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
Tryna make a couple bucks, ****, run some bands up, baby
(Get that paper, ****, fuck off) New masterpiece, boom
(You need that work, just meet me right there by the stove) Black and mild
(I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck) No Limit Records
(Tryna make a couple bucks, ****, run some bands up, baby)
(Get that paper, ****, fuck off)
(You need that work, just meet me right there by the stove)
****, whippin' grams on the motherfuckin' block (block)
Tell these pussy **** I ain't runnin' from the cops (cops)
****, got a bang on 'em, bitch, and I usually got the young **** with me
They'll sing it to the movie
Ain't no motherfuckin' squares 'round here, we hoopin', ****
Smaller fuckin' brick and fuck your bitch in the Jacuzzi
**** in a Vick to the mall in a hoop (whoop)
Bitch, Robin John's back there, man, we shoot (shoot)
Swish, the Cartier's on a motherfuckin' frame (frame)
Producer and his bitch, that's the motherfuckin' gang (gang)
****, rep the hood 'til that motherfucker dies
Jumped in the river smokin' with my youngstas', Liz Rock (skrrt)
I-I-I-I don't, I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
Tryna make a couple bucks, ****, run some bands up, baby
Channa, get that paper, ****, fuck 'ole (on that band, Channa)
You need that word, gents, meet me right there by the stove
I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
Tryna make a couple bucks, ****, run some bands up, ayy
Get that paper, ****, fuck 'ole
You need that word, gents, meet me right there by the stove
**** lyin' on a kitty, I'm the king of the city (city)
Yeah, I bang it up, but you know how you can kiss it (kiss it)
I don't kiss and tell, free my **** up in jail
Play with the gang-gang, you could go to Hell if, yeah
I get guaps out these streets (out these streets)
Don't let me catch these opps in these streets
Young V ain't tellin' and Jimmy ain't tellin'
And I grew up 'round felons and we splittin' the watermelon (woo)
Yeah, that bitch bad, she shake her ass in the club
But I like it like that, so I show her a little love
I'm in love with a stripper, fuckin' right, I'ma tip her
It ain't trickin' if you got it, man, fuck these other ****
Where you from, motherfucker? Where you from, motherfucker?
Got the gang and this bitch goin' down, motherfucker
Where you from, motherfucker? Where you from, motherfucker?
Got the gang and this bitch goin' down, motherfucker
I don't, I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
Tryna make a couple bucks, ****, run some vans up
Ayy, get that paper, ****, fuck a ho
You need that word, "jizz," meet me right there by the stove
I don't, I don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
Tryna make a couple bucks, ****, run some vans up
Ayy, get that paper, ****, fuck a ho
You need that word, "jizz," meet me right there by the stove
All I have in this world is my pause in my word
Pull that foreign over there to the curb (yes, sir)
All I have in this world is my pause in my word
Pull that foreign over there to the curb (yes, sir)
Written by: Adam Pigott, Master P
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