Lyrics:
feet on the rug
You can keep your shoes on, it's all love
Boy let me stop, I'm dreaming too much, now who the hell
Gon give up a million bucks
Nobody
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
would wait, but I never really do it
So Imma put my all in this music
Politicians lie
You know lawyers lie
I would never lie baby girl unless you lying by
met me
My money talk, it's too bad for y'all
Y'all know which shorty's Joe Pesci
I'm a fancy bitch but I'm ratchet
Know every bitch you had ain't never
I got full metal jackets on y'all asses I'm gon' let y'all have it, let em' fathom
What I'm gon' do when I catch him, makin' bucks bitch by
I wouldn't do this thing with anybody else
Even though I used to think that I could do this by myself
All the love you pour into me truly felt
Let's
I’ve paid my dues now it’s time to get it
(Hook)
Going thru it
Yeah I’ve been goin thru it
Now a days you can’t just tell em what you got you gotta
P A I D
Paid as I do nigga
If I don't do it I don't get it
Gotta make it happen
My nigga I Get money
No matter what you do you can't pry this from me
the home schooled type
My metaphors hit bullseye
We dont hate around here
Oh boy, its all love around here
Keep calm it's keys on the beat
I bet you can hear
debating, you are the hottest
You in ya mirror doing twerk tricks
It paid off, you looking perfect
Your pole game, Olympic
You thick girl like biscuits
Can't
there
That's it, they just don't care
(And you can't say no)
We live in a society
Reside under powers that be
They preside over you and me
By design we're
some working clothes cause I ain't
making money going fishing Like I'm paid at the factory
If I could pay all these bills with my guitar
Then I
for all the shit I put you through
I know that you don't like attention but I should have paid attention to
How you like dancing naked under bright
were not paid then all his river land belongs to you
Chorus
Now in that air-conditioned office in about a week or two came the sheriff saying I've got
down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her
[Chorus:]
Thas Freeze, When iStep in Tha Present
Niqqa Neck So Froze That its Chanqinq tha Weather
Bitch Please, Answer All Of My Questions
Are You
sitting pretty while we laid up
Party in Atlanta dressed up with your hair and make-up
I can’t wait to give you all you wanted while we paid up
This feel
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
the rock
Where my dreams couldn't reach
If it wasn't for You Lord
I don't know where i would be by now
I mean so much to You
You mean so much to me
Divine
a rhyme and change the whole subject
And still flow, and freak the whole public
It can't be done, especially by a crab MC
Who came out the crack rehab
You
fit the reel
That’s a take
That’s why they say “action!”
Cuz that’s what it takes
You need some dough if you wanna make cake
I got it with Merritt,
Don't try too hard
Just take it easy
N****s hate to see ya up let em see ya
Make em down by the next time that you see me
Don't try too hard
Just
It's Floetic baby
Texas Made bitch
Yeah
Let's Go
Straight out of east side
Waco, Texas bitch
I'm reppin' till I die
Ride by
Lakeshore down to 1-Eight
it's time to move on
(You see the dreams that we reach for nearly under our feet for)
I'm too paid i'm too paid you niggas fake call you too paid
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