Story Behind The Song

Everyone Works hard for their money now Days so I feel i need to keep them inspired and motivated to keep the checks coming in the mail and direct deposits.

Song Description

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Lyrics

TMG !!!!

Hook: Brown paper bags, 6 figure numbers, more on the way and my numbers gettin dumber, Ba, Bank account swoll, turn it into checks, its Mailtime homie Im tryna see whats coming next,

Chorus: To everybody gettin checks on the first and the third tell me whats the magic word, You got mail, Im on the move on the hustle to the money is made its mailtime lets get paid, you got mail, I work a full 40 hours and overtime every week I wont talk or won't speak unless, you got mail, Money on my mind and im still on my grind im just waiting on mines, You got mail.

(Laugh) We getting money in the mail now, its mailtime, D Nicks bring it back for me.....

Verse 1: Its time to get it in, its time to get paid, i gotta grind and hustle in a hundred million ways, im spending old money, i blew it on reup, I made a new stash in the cuts and got it Put up, wrapping every stack now my pockets on swoll, grinding like the Leprecaun me want me gold, stackin every dolla from the cieling to the floor, and keep a hundred thousand in the safe on the low, mail in my Bank account mail in my trunk, I ain't got it but im tryna get it wheres Donald Trump, wheres Mike Bell, imma need a loan, stop playin games put the mayor on the phone......

Chorus: To everybody gettin checks on the first and the third tell me whats the magic word, You got mail, Im on the move on the hustle to the money is made its mailtime lets get paid, you got mail, I work a full 40 hours and overtime every week I wont talk or won't speak unless, you got mail, Money on my mind and im still on my grind im just waiting on mines, You got mail.

Verse 2:sittin at the crib and its almost time for recess, the mailman taking all day he on some BS, standing on my porch watch me pop lock and drop now im chillin on the phone checking direct deposit,my checks in the mail yep dats what I said, and my brown paper bags watch me do the stanky legg, now all the women love my pretty boy swagg I put them all through a thriller now tell me who's bad, im feelin like the grinch when it comes to the honeys, we ain't makin sense if we ain't makin money I be damned if im standing here looking like a dummy, the only thing on my mind the mail wit the money, im callin ups wheres my special delivery, and fed ex too why do ya'll keep spinning me, im tired of no jobs and im sick of all the layoffs, call and tell obama man we got bills to pay off........

Chorus: To everybody gettin checks on the first and the third tell me whats the magic word, You got mail, Im on the move on the hustle to the money is made its mailtime lets get paid, you got mail, I work a full 40 hours and overtime every week I wont talk or won't speak unless, you got mail, Money on my mind and im still on my grind im just waiting on mines, You got mail.

Ohhhhw.....Im feelin so good right now .... im hustling man ....bring the beat back.....

Hook: Brown paper bags, 6 figure numbers, more on the way and my numbers gettin dumber, Ba, Bank account swoll, turn it into checks, its Mailtime homie Im tryna see whats coming next,

I want some more education....who got my school check....lol

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Taylorman	My Top Songs	2/28/2012