[Intro: Fat Pat]
Gotta get it
Gotta get it
B-B-Beanz N K-K-Kornbread

[Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall]
But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down (Gotta get it), gotta get mine
Gotta get it

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm on the road to success, I strive to be the best
I never settle for less, if I'm broke I can't rest
A hustler in the flesh, and I'm smokin' on the best
'Cause I deal with lots of stress, out here on this paper quest
I'm makin' progress, so I'm blessed, oh yes
And I'ma get it to my last dying breath, then it's in peace I rest
I'm working with that bread like a chef when he cook
Now I'm back to flippin' paper like I'm reading a book
Staying real wit' your partners that's a real good look
But when your cash stash low all your boys get shook
I been searching for that paper like it's Natalie Holloway
Eight days a week, plus I grind on holidays
There ain't no excuse for these boys to be broke
I know some hustlers in wheelchairs, we get it til we croak
From South Pole, to South Post Oak, I gotta stack them C-notes
So listen up close, say
[Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall & Fat Pat]
I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get it

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I gotta get them dollar signs, all of every kind
Partner, I need mine; even them nickels and them dimes
I'm out on the grind, stangin' every lick I find
Go and get it myself, it ain't no time to stand in line
I never fall behind, and, yeah, I'm full of that purple slime
But I ain't dead yet, I'm just fine
I'm still in my prime, so I pack at least a nine
'Cause these haters trying to block my shine like mini blinds
I gotta get it
Long as opportunity knock, I'ma get that guap
And give it all that I got until my coffin drop
The sun rise, I'm the first hustler on the block
And when the sun set, I'm still out here on the clock
I'm trying to hustle for them tickets, like a traffic cop
I gotta hustle and get it, partner, I never stop
I take that paper real serious, like Dwight Schrute
Stacking up loot all around the 610 Loop
[Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall]
But you gotta get it (I gotta ge it), yeah, you gotta grind (I gotta grind)
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get it

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
I know the world in a recession, but I'm still progressin'
Take heed to my confession, never fall to depression
I learn from life's lesson, if you keep on pressin'
You'll eventually end up on top like salad dressin'
I'm never second guessin', I abide by faith
And however long the race, gotta maintain pace
When the haters fall to waste and my God grant grace
No matter what odds I face, I'ma be in first place
They hustlin' in haste to feed expensive taste
But me, I gotta grind out there on that paper chase
They turn they back on clements, but I'm still gon' ride
Too many fish up in the water trying to float with the tide
No matter how high the gas price, I'm still gon' drive
Quite crying and complaining, partner, swallow your pride
While you blaming everybody for your same bad luck
I'ma be on the come up, sun-down to sun-up
I gotta get it
[Chorus: Fat Pat, Paul Wall]
But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
But you gotta get it, yeah, you gotta grind
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta-gotta get mine, gotta-gotta get mine
I'ma put it down, gotta get mine
Gotta get it