Get Paid

歌詞

Yeah Jetlife Jet setting nonetheless I'm talking oceans in the back Front reserved for porches Highed up focused on my fortunes A real G I'm tryin' ball I want it all Fuck a portion Money in my pocket More stacks than a fortress Up early everyday I'm trying to flip I need more of it Gotta get it now Will I see tomorrow I'm not sure of it Overdue is about that time I deserve a lick I'm trying to see something slick I really came from nothin' though Still I stand tall pockets thick Fitted sitting low Twisting with my chick Out the manor in front of getting gold She ain't a gold digger But love how daddy get this dough Real nigga hear it in my words plus my actions show Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sending threats To these suckas hating on my name cause I'm next Protected by the planes J-L-R family crest Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Never underestimate the other guys greed Game given from a snake indeed I'll still take heat Keep the force with you Stuck adhesive Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it Baby girl, them your people Well lose them dudes Your home girl and them cool We making moves like when throwback rap albums had interludes We used to chill at the crib Waiting for homie to bring the instrumentals through Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars I did it partner Too much of a scholar To ever live in scwaler Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars I'm in there like I live there What took you so long baby girl Ive been here trying to lose your man hes a square huh I don't know if its fair ma Fuck it though you living in the same world im in dirty Let them money makers spin Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid I hustle hard til I'm dead or locked behind bars I'm a jet member will brought by a different set of laws Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fucking off Its a scary game but am I scared, not at all I'm hoping that this side don't ever come down, and fall Cause them dates know that we way tougher than them all Still spitting these trill bars free of charge And them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted That's cold-blooded especially in New Orleans Just trying to make it out this maze that I've been lost in I rep my set from the stage to the coffin School of hard knocks I learned to read between the margin Real shit so many problems I deal with And thank god for Mary Jane and that good piff That I won't quit stacking my bread sippin' my chips I double count my paper then I dip Jets fool I bet I do Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid Get paid my nigga Get paid