Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paid, artist - Boosie Badazz. Album song Lil Boosie Badazz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2017
Record label: Southside
Song language: English
Paid |
| Diamonds on my neck like I’m kin to Fred Flintstone |
| Diamonds on my neck like I’m kin to Fred Flintstone |
| Diamonds on my neck like I’m kin to Fred Flintstone |
| Diamonds on my — d-diamonds on my |
| I’m getting paid like a motherfucker |
| Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid |
| I’m getting paid like a motherfucker |
| Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid |
| My dough go |
| Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching |
| My life’s a |
| Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching |
| This is my world, my spot, money in the droptop |
| Couple bad bitches, couple hundreds in the droptop |
| Young, rich nigga, Corleone, I talk my talk |
| Six different hustles, bitch, I’m eating like the mob |
| Block parties turned to yacht parties |
| Fat knots now we black cardin', I’m a go-getter, nigga |
| Clothing line, gold mine, I done bossed up |
| 50 Cent on my line, nigga, we talk bucks |
| Louis stove, we spent Cutlass in Regus, nigga |
| Stupid dough, I gotta keep me a team of killers |
| My crew so big, my car so big |
| My bitch so thick, look how she bling |
| My bread stacking, boy, I ain’t lacking |
| I’m playing mack with your bitch |
| My trap jumping, I clap something |
| Don’t fuck around with my shit |
| Got a nasty temper, boy, all winter |
| I’m riding around with my heat |
| On the night shift I got a four fifth |
| I blow a nigga off his feet |
| When I’m riding dirty, got an Uzi with me |
| Got Boosie with me, acting boogie with me |
| Winner jewelry with me, got a shooter with me |
| There ain’t nothing niggas 'round can do with me |
| Getting paid like a motherfucker, get bread |
| Switching lanes like a motherfucker, shit yeah |
| Move the 'caine like it’s all legal |
| Hustle like a nigga really still need to |
| Watch it come in back, hit the right jack |
| Stack that, cook it up, watch it come back |
| Right back, watch the crumbs come from the pot |
| Turn into a foreign up the lot |
| Switch gears all year, we getting paper |
| Some bitch niggas hate us |
| We could talk about it later |
| Right now we moving major |
| I’m getting paid like a motherfucker, say that then |
| We went from thugs and old schools to Maybach friends |
| Push start all type of cars, legends laid back in |
| Cold ice in the water, I play nice with my lawyer |
| Beat the case, shocked the nation, up the price for my lawyer |
| I’m my own CEO, I’m an artist, I’m an employer |
| I’m on the run, life good, I’m on a full stomach |
| Ain’t Sean John yet, but I’m a young Puffy |