C/Curren$y/Get Paid (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
Yeah, Jet Life Jet Set none the less Uh huh
[Verse 1: Trademark da Skydiver] I'm talking oceans in the back Front reserved for Porsche's Highed up, focused on my fortunes A real G I'm try'na ball I want it all, fuck a portion Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress Up early everyday I'm try'na flip I need more of it Gotta get it now Will I see tomorrow I ain't sure of it Overdue, it's bout that time I deserve a lick I'm try'na see something slick I really came form nothing though Still I stand tall Pockets thick fitted sittin low Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold She ain't a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough Real nigga's hear it in my words Plus my actions show Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sendin threats To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next Protected by the planes JLR, family crest Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
[Chorus:] Yeahh Get paid, get paid Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 2: Curren$y] Never underestimate the other guys greed Game given from a snake indeed I still take heat Keep the force with you stuck adhesive Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it Baby girl we the people We lose them dudes Your homegirl and them cool We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals through Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars I did it partner Too much of a scholar To ever live in squalor 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 I been here Try'na lose your man he a square huh I don't even know if it's fair ma Fuck it though you livin in the same I'm in Dirty money makers spend
[Chorus:] Yeahh Get paid, get paid Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]
[Verse 3: Young Roddy] I hustle hard till I'm dead I'm never locked behind bars I'm jet member we live by a different set of laws Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fuckin off It's a scary game but I'm not scared Not at all I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall Cause some days where we know 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 Specially in New Orleans Just try'na 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 learn to read between the margin But real shit so many problems I deal with And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff But I won't quit stackin my bread counting my chips I double count my paper and then I dip Jets fool I bet I do
[Chorus:] Yeahh Get paid, get paid Get paid my nigga get paid [x4]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
