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would buy the whole store
But my son we just ain't paid that way
Leggo get some food with Link
Go home and eat off of paper plates
You know that sound

Halleluway, Halleluway,
Making that money,
TCO,
Your boy Steel,
Halleluway, halleluway,
Verse 1
Well you know by now I'm a baller, makin' that money, getting'

on it
Write you a check than make withdrawals on it
You hear the radio you want to get a song on it
But everybody getting paid got their claws on it 
cnd

a pocket full of rocks
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted
I put the nigga

Ah, oh, ah, oh
Ran into an old friend yesterday
Caught me by surprise when he called my name
He was a familiar face, from a chapter in my past
Talked

We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was

[Hook]
Get, yo, hands... up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just stick them
Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck you)
Un-der-stand,

full
but i can always get cash cuz i aint fcukin dull
i saw my parole officer, she had a tash
she knew i got caught last night with my stash
i dont think

Now all these girls around me fine
Girls changed up I'm surrounded by some dimes 
Damn they know ain't know that I can rhyme
16 sneaking off coronas

man
We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for sho'
We got the wood smellin like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them

get paid my n*gga
(Switch it up, uh)
These n*ggas gotta disease
The way that I'm balling I'm taking the lead
I cannot love her she come with a fee
Shit

he remembers
He's always saying he's going to change
I tell him, "Talk is cheap,
"Your life is expensive
The price was paid
By Jesus with His blood"

I

Keep on sleepin' on me like, "Z-Z-Z"
Guess I gotta do it for my team, team, team
It's funny
Just watching all of my dreams play out
Remember the days I

the disk yea
I’m in your store
By the candles and decor
Pay a little bit of tax and it ship like this right
To any shore
I never couldn’t explore
Ninety four

How many shots will I fire today?
Suspect of the killing just like O.J
Slit your fucking throat, got nothing to say
I'm burning shit like Notre Dame

just goes on
Is that the good part
I pressed and pushed start
I paint my own art
I'll hit my on cart
Mapped my on charts
So pause cause I gotta go
Now

the hemi
To the GA, I'm into that shit, you get me paid
Although cliché, true life, that's how we play
Stack completely, get Ma Dukes up out the PJ

resurrected firma’s pen 

Got merked by jendor again 

Man can’t act like everything zen 

Land in Jamaica but ya not there my friend 

Mans In country smoking

What credit? I say I get paid

A nigga still passing with bad grades
'Cause the trap where I be
That's not bad of a grade
Got me thinking 'bout murder,

Bought the AMG just so they could see my drive
Pain and pleasure always coming side by side
Dropped the nine to five, now I swear I'm working more
Saint

know what's next
Do you gotta plan for today
Or is your reality slipping away
When it come down to it my debt is paid
That's just what it is at the end

tellin it?
Cause I keep it bottled in
Treat verses like a xanmy
Every hook is a klonopin
Y'all only kinda want it
Me I just gotta win
Paid off my student

Make an impact from the start
Not waste a second
That's why I'm a star
Ride the beat like a new car
Hit the gas
And Burn new exhaust
By the time you

was just a little kid
But in another country I would never be forgived
Australia I got in that taxi
A ride I actually got for free
Needed to get home,