Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

"Heart Of A Champion"

I got the heart of a hustler 
The mind of a g 
I'm out here gettin my paper 
So don't fuck wit me 


I wake up in the morning when the sun rise 
I got my mind on paper chasing them dollar signs 
It ain't no time for resting or taking naps 
I got to have something so I'm counting all paper stacks 
I got dreams and asperations of ballin big 
I want a crib in the hills out there where kobe live 
And I can get it if I put my grind to it 
Quit making excuses up and get out there and do it 
Ain't no time for games when your chasing after change 
But you can face some cause that paper and close range 
My mind on a range fly chains and diamonds rings 
My skills are making bills with profit and high game 
Ridin the fast lane that paper in my vision 
My mind on a mil ticket I'm chasing that comission 
Money is my mission give me all I can get 
Until they put me in a grave man I just cant quit 


I got the heart of a hustler 
I got the mind of a g 
I'm out here gettin my paper 
So don't fuck wit me 


Don't fuck around man 


That's right doin and moving 
White linen on my tuff tails 
Not an illusion three sheets to the wind 
I ain't gotta be boozen go bad on a bitch 
Til I got her improvment no I'm not wit the loosing 
I'm dying to win I'm goin try it again I'm goin cry for my sins 
I live the fast life yeah and I'm not stoppin 
For shit bitch half a tank of crank and a plot to get rich 
I got money out my mind likes its a price out my hat 
Still smokin even though my lung twice to collapse 
I'm right back with the sack then I'm buring the shern 
You know 
Better learn still yernin to earn 
And really I don't listien when I talk to myself 
So how the fuck you think that I'ma listen to somebody else 
Its a fast life ho you know like pushin and shit and when I run up out of gas then I'm pushin this bitch 


I got heart of a hustler 
I got the mind of a g 
I'm out here gettin my paper 
So don't fuck wit me 


I grind hard from the second I awake 
When you play wit high stakes you profit at high rate 
No more top roman I'm tryin to eat steaks 
So I get up off my bump and go get that cake 
It ain't no time for sleep 
If you snooze you loose if you broke it mean your lazy 
That's the choice you choose 
If you grind and you complaining and you wastin your time 
Better correct your mind suck it up and go grind 
Its money to be made when my phone ring ring 
I'm not to impressed wit all the bling bling 
I'm much more motivated by all the ching ching 
Been grindin since kidagarden back then it was a dream 
Its money over everything family first 
They goin to bury me a g and bost swangas on the hurst 
I'm on the block posted making money dispurse I thrist for dollar bills bein broke is the worst 


I got the heart of a hustler 
I got the mind of a g 
I'm out here gettin my paper 
So don't fuick wit me