[Intro] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin'—
[Verse 1] I ain't never quittin' on my homies from the set Rather die a legend than be livin' with regrets Granny up in Heaven, know she watch a nigga bat E Class, flyin' down' Orizaba Ave I know that you love me but you gotta give me space Money hungry women do whatever for a taste All my people in the hood, what it's finna take To have everybody livin' good, I don't wanna wait In a minute, I'ma bust a juug, I'ma make a play Hit the homie up and hit a lick, run in where you stay All the pressure I be dealin' with, still ain't ever change I'm about the money, I ain't fuckin' with the fame
[Chorus] DJ Quik (Get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense (Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) DJ Quik (Get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense (Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid)
[Verse 2] You should see the limit on my Amex One phone call, and it's niggas at your address I'm gon' ball 'til I'm sittin' in the grave Fuck all y'all, bet Ramona get the last laugh Close your mouth when you talkin' to a killer, bitch They say I murder cuh, I say, "I'm innocent" This ain't suburbia, these niggas ignorant I always get my man, I only miss my bitch Yeah, hit me up if you wish I'm in the studio, couple guns, couple Crips Tryna make a hunnid Ms, what's a couple bands? Keep it comin' in, keep it comin' in
[Chorus] DJ Quik (Yeah, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense (Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) DJ Quik (Get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense (Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid)
[Outro] (Get paid, yeah, get paid, young nigga, get paid Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) Nigga that you know that's been down for years I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers One, two, three, four, five—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
