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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
Ernie Hines
Sampled Artist
Foxy Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Producer
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Todd Wachmuth
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bonnie and Clyde
Y'all motherfuckers know how it's going down
That's right
Greyhound bitch, stay down, bitch
'Bout to set up shot with J round this bitch
Half a brick of ye, 'bout to lay down this bitch
Nah, I'm here to like lay down this bitch
What you think, I don't want to have to spray down this bitch
Call my whole team from around the way down this bitch
I'm tryna stay down this bitch, play down this bitch
Had a sound so my **** Jay drown the six
Roll the windows down and wave round this bitch
But it's a couple things 'fore it's okay round this bitch
I got to talk to the natives, let 'em know I'm here for all to get the paydays
First I line up all the haters, I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya
More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya
Money providentials, hope that's not a problem for ya
If so, Jigga be here day after tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta have that, grab that paper dog
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that
Gotta get that paper, dog
Man, I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at
[Verse 3]
I got my two, I came to scoop ones
A down ass bitch and she down to click
Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with
And my plan is not to leave this town till I'm reich
Gotta find a **** selling all then ounces and shit
Tell 'em get down with the click, or get found in a ditch
See, I dropped the strip, i turned around and split
Not to hit 'em, just to let 'em know the sound of shit
Return later that evening in the club with Fox
And I got the snub nose for those that love to box
I'm in search of them young **** that hug the block
All day, till it's light gray outside
Shoot dice, talking shit all day outside
And even when it's hot, they outside
Let 'em know, how it's gonna go, Bonnie and Clyde
And aye yo, you would want me on your side
[Verse 4]
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta have that, grab that paper dog
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that
Gotta get that paper, dog
Man, I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at
[Verse 5]
I got that stress and I got it the best
I ain't got to give but I got it to test
And if you wanna get down, oh, you gotta invest
Is your time, I gotta move this in a week or less
For the next couple of days I bought her all I posess
The Rolex necklaces with the VVS
Between the drive in the passenger with a tv rest
For my top draft picks, I copped the new GS
Now all them little soldiers wanna roll with my team
'Cause I ain't sold 'em a dream, I just showed her the cream
Picked 'em up in the afternoons and told 'em some things
You know the regular shit you do when you molding them teens
Yo, never lay your head where you holding them things
Your family, then your business, nothing goes in between
Never feared no man, put four in his beam
Drop your gun then, blow the scene, you heard me?
[Verse 6]
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta have that, grab that paper dog
Gotta get that paper, dog
Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that
Gotta get that paper, dog
Man, I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at
Written by: JAY-Z, Timbaland