Lyrics:
Ima get paid homie it's a good day
Got some Hennessy and a little rosé
I ain't tripping on me why you tripping on me
Know I'm headed for the top,
the dark I poked my nose, got a little dose
Then I got too close
To the things written by Edgar Allen Poe
I've had my fair share of abuse
Woke up with no
why I lay low
Stack these pesos
Collecting bank roll
All day
That's what I came for
This what I'm made for
Got paid and made more
All bank
That's
straight through it
Ain't got time for hoes these bitches ain't on shit
No X & O's just 2 lines and S's
When you walk this road everybody want your attention
account erry weekend
I make money from my lifestyle I'm livin large
Broke boys be asking me how I get this cash
I got paid heavily I just bought a new car
Swerving in that foreign
Whipping like a asshole
I stay getting cash bro
Niggas pocket watching because I got the passcode
Get paid when I hit
Swerving in that foreign
Whipping like a asshole
I stay getting cash bro
Niggas pocket watching because I got the passcode
Get paid when I hit
I put pain in this pad, the only way I stay sane is by making these raps
Give a fuck about a chain, I get paid and that's facts
Don't be tryna show
I need my car note paid.
Hair do laid.
No reindeer, but I still get slayed.
Santa got that bag, so ima throw that ass.
Santa got that bag, so ima
I don't kno whatchu take me fo I ain't just tryna get by (Let's get it)
I been takin' my time (Slow down)
I been changin' my mind (Which one?)
N I
them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah
Art imitatin' life, now y'all just sayin' lies
Got these suburbanites, thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight
took the pies man (it was him)
It was him
Listen, who ate all the pies? It was me Wiley
Top boy riddems they are made by me
I've got high mic
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
to wonder why
God would send His only Son upon this earth to die
The conviction of my heart brings a tear to my eye
And keep reality far from me, I just want
namaste, paid homage now the homage paid
Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once you got the weigh in
Going overboard, the shots
stuck in some game I never agreed to play
Aye
Bills got me slave to gettin paid
Gettin paid
All I wanna do is get away
Get away
Get away
Missin the whole
stumbled on it
Russ got the potion, fuck just hoping
Luck tends to bet on the ones in motion
Wrote one check, took care of my parents' debt, tell the IRS
Ah
That's just how the fuck it is
Fucking punk
It's fucking bosses over here man
Leave that shit to them little niggas, real talk
We out with it
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock
quick
I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballarena
I roll through towns and I
of pocket when I ain’t got it
Man its so toxic doctors giving me a quick fix
Shit yall don’t heal you just practition
Big Pharmacy so fascist all about
Look I was just stuck in my ways I was just tryna get paid
It come with some double on caps and some double of j's
Well fuck it just tryna stay saved
trigger the wave in my sleep
Name paved, I feel like I am engraved on the beat
Wake up shower, get paid and repeat
Spit one flow and got made
guard of the trap bitch just Skip To my Lou
Life is a dirty game don't play by the rules
I feel like Lil Ky, I'ma take em to school
See racks and lil baby
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