Lyrics:
at the ceiling
Workin minimum wage
(Workin minimum wage)
I come from nothing
So i gotta have something
Jus plottin on ways to get paid
(Ways to get paid)
I put it
make my change
Niggas want to get blessed in a real bad way
Cut this fuckers grip, real L-I-F=E
Coleone, a mack savage on a H-O-E
All I ever wanted
somethin, to the major labels (Fuck them!)
Haha, a wise man once said don't diss the majors 'cause you might need em'
But it's obvious by this intro a nigga
Just let it die
With no goodbyes
Details don't matter
We both paid the price
Tears in my eyes
You know sometimes
It'd be like that baby
Now
bankroll
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone
ways, roll up and get paid
Counting dough and rolling smoke, I swear to god that’s all I know
Counting dough and rolling smoke, I swear to god that’s
only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign dems only if the math is real
If
They gon have to get me paid Before I let'm
It's your boy Dray
I can never stop cause I done came out from the bottom
I got God by my side
Nshira no agu
a rarri
Hit the gas, cause we don’t fuck wit brakes
Ima get the bag by any means
Ima do what it take
Shoutout to all of my real niggas bruh
Shout
babe
Going do it nay
Rip my friends
In the grave
Just took em away
Youngin out here
On her grind
I got to get paid
I ain't really
Got no time
For your
and serve heat
I'm the change I'm hoping that I get paid please
Said this in the intro
Cos cash rules around me
I'm focused for my family
Get my ass wealthy
(Intro)
Da nicest wit da pen, so I ain't gotta pretend
My arms might extend if i go out on a limb
I find the will to win and fan the fire within
(Intro)
(Solo)
--Verse--
Sometimes I wish
That I was older
cll of the freedom
That I would get
But I don't wanna
Have responsibility
Don't wanna do
Intro
I’m on the move
I’m on the move you better watch
(Keep it a hunnit)
Chrous 1
I’m On the move you better watch
We ain’t gon serve all
I was raised to be patient
Get paid on the daily
Get paid by the payment
The people
The streets is what makes you
I stayed long enough for
myself a cushion
And on the real I think
I really need a teacher
It's hard to play when I'm
Just watching from the bleachers
I need get paid
I need that
ass up put it work get that bag right
Don't you get confused bitch I get a real check
Play the field right, and I'm coming at they neck
Show them who
can they say, for real
I get paid for real Money run whoever see no way or will
To create a lil' Something out of nothing, let's go make a mil
Sound
The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid
all real
cll within and what I need
Mind right shine bright
For the mic I Live and breath
From the top star
Get what I need and we proceed
Next level
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
[Intro]
Neverrr know how much I love you (woo!)
Neverrr know how much I care (No I.D.)
And when you put your arms around me
I get the fever
On the grind
Yea it stay up on my mind
All the time
Got to get it cuz it's mine
Grinding real hard cuz I love me sum money
Work everyday cuz I gota
Still here still in the hood and I ain't forgot about them
Getting paid I ain't on some bullshit I'm a real boss
I'm just saying whenever you call me
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