Lyrics:
Doin' what comes naturally
You don't have to go to a private school
Not to pick up a penny by a stubborn mule
You don't have to have a professor's
in the same imprecise form
quer por altas, violentas either by big, violent waves
ou apenas coceguentas ondas, or just delicate ones,
nasce o
the Lakers
Back up in this bitch, need my mule and my acres
Face it, bitch you bad, but too basic
Dangerous, my niggas move, just be patient
I'm waiting, just
hard,
Don’t be blinded by the new jewelry and cars,
(I’m getting paid)
I made a plan and figured it out,
Not talking Dolph you know I’m on Paper Route
to
When they hear us roll by
Some people hate still i dont mind
Getting paid just the way i like
Cant stop the Rayn so dont try
When they hear us roll by
I just got paid on a Friday uh Night
And my pockets is looking mad Tight
And the girls come to me every Night
With the guap Give you taste A lil Bite
gotta laser
Can go no further then that I know we made it
Everything we got built from the pavement
Don't care how started just know where it's heading
My
make us quit
But I never switched, I got one team
We ball out, it's time to ball now
I'm just livin' plans that I draw out
In my girl be trippin' like it
livin' average, everybody jang-a-lang
Nobody livin' savage, e'rybody got change
Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range
It's not a game, it's
nobody else
I chase the bag by myself
I might just spend a bag by myself
Pull up to the club in foreign whips whips
Come through with designer got that
tongue for the journey
I just threw the homeboy a quick 30
Splash City, Steph Curry
I'm sick of watchin' friends gettin' burried
It got me livin' in
just some things you should know
You gotta live by the code
It's real when you stay on this road
Cuz I stay by the trap spot
I done got burned on this
rhyme
this game is life or death and its your soul or mine
we don't play no games boy just tryin' get paid
hope I get rich before they dig my grave
Keepin' a record
Got my name on he list
Coming out of the burbs
Livin' down by the bay
I be smoking and shit
Just to deal with the pain
Like living
supply equipment
That I get to use
I use a lift truck
I gave it a name
I call it crazy Alice
Got the name from John Wayne
We call the lifts mules
We use
can't even go out, cause bitch, I'ma buy everything in the store
I was like, bitch, ain't breakin' any whips, just tryna get rich
Now I got so much bread,
got you bro, like just keep firing nigga I got you nigga, we gon' get one, I- I got you, trust-
to the gold in their hearts
Who would've thought how fast the power would sway
Day by day, I'm living my life
And I'll stick it to the man who's got me running
with all the tools
Took heed and soak up wisdom and put work in like a mule
Through the dreams and all the drool I found my drive to seek success
Got off
it away
It's just another day in this old town
So get down
Home shopping channel's got us by the eyes
Scrambling to the phones ordering porcelain
rocking Prada boots I knew some way I'm a get paid
What else you got on you? Them gold chains hand 'em over thanks
Sorry to put a shot in you you should've
damn
tackle what I got or what I can
he called with his mans and said I taxed him by the gram
its just a big misunderstanding
been in california where
if it's dreams I confront
Uh
Imma just stay in my lane while you flexing on ig there's no need to stunt
Uh
If you got it you got it
The music will
on a title of a Lex
Havin only paid my respect
Overstand I'm not one-sided
I'm just one up on the misguided sistas and brothas
I'm a capitalist, they
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