Lyrics:
shorty.
See J did Scotland and everybody jocked him I did Scotland
And got no props for it
Naw that just fucked up my jay's
Which fucked up my day
Every time somebody play my song, I bet I'm gonna get paid
Bet I'm gonna get paid
No, I'm not gonna give you a feature, you ain't got no money no money
I
just turned 16, flip a pound a week
Runners running through the street
Coppers tryna catch me
They ain't paid like we
Bitches know I'm crazy
Know we
getting paid
From the cradle to the grave
The womb to the tomb
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
poppin an ex poppin an ex but
Want a new car and a new bitch
And I need a paid deal
With you in the crib cunt just eat it
Hop in between thighs just eat it
any day now
It’s still goin up
So properly I came out properly
They watching me
Now its just power
That’s the reason they ain’t stopping me
Got s*** I
just chose me
I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
Control your hate trick, nothing good to say
Don't say shit, keep walkin' quit talkin' keep it
Hopped on the wave
Now that I'm based
I say cowabunga
All in my face
All of them say
Ok what a stunner
I just got paid
I still need a raise
I'm
paid's just a regular thing to us
Cause if it ain't gettin' money
It's strange to us
And if you don't wanna smoke
You ain't gotta pay
I'm rolling up
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
It's just another day in the East Atlanta 6
Just a young nigga want to get
Paid so he started flippin' bricks
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred
I swear
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
for a hundred
But I only paid fifty-three
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech
Woke up in Tennessee
Just made about a fifty-piece
That dope money
Im sleep by the bay
Its getting me hooked
Its getting me paid
They moving the weight
Im sleep by the bay
I throw them 10 bills
They
Van Pelt
And I chuckle when I think damn I made it to that NFL
I just fought for I wanted inspired by Nelson Mandel
And maybe I gave my best, truthfully
On this day
Another day in the life
Another day he paid with the price
I'm just tryna live right
And on this day
Another day in the life
Another day
go get paid today
I seen some quit I can't relate I gotta to make a way
Seems like when I got in my bag I don't be mad no mo
The money fit me well it's
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
to do
I try to ask god to help me get through this
What am I to do to this just do this let's do this
So I continue to mash day by day day by day
I
And don’t say you’re a piece of shit
Almost like an invalid
Acting like a candy ass
Don’t wanna just be rude by calling you a fag
Keep talking, the dentist
spinnin' rims or candy cars
The tips we got, we bought M&M's and candy bars
Plus at that time, I was still rappin' by myself
I hit eighth grade, then
This that Illuminati
This that new Bugatti
This that just got paid
This that it's my birthday
This that Illuminati
This that new Bugatti
This that
feel so strong because I have you
Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to
[Chorus]
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you
Words and music by Woody Guthrie
While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.
I was born working
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