Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Paid, artist - Cj Fly.
Date of issue: 11.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too Paid |
Want to change my ways but just trying to make a decent pay |
Fuck working for the man I want my shit the easy way |
I’m scheming on the block just trying to find a get away |
Had way too many sleepless nights |
Compete with guys delete on sight |
If you selling white add a cheaper price |
Truth is it don’t matter about your brain matter |
Your brain splatter you slang cane, it slang faster |
The same bastard that aim at ya, gave you the name Casper |
To have you in a wood grain casket |
You had your shot, now your going to the top for a kick |
When you’ll return, I’m just hoping that you got your receipt |
Oh you’ll be calling people’s phones like you forgot about me, sheesh |
I suggest you take a different route |
Got my home smelling like weed, yo mom gon' kick you out |
Get a job set some goals man, plan to get a house |
We all tryna get this cheddar but sometimes there’s bigger mouse |
We all got dreams and sometimes we try live em out |
Gotta make it happen, opportunities ain’t given out |
Ain’t nothing but Swiss accounts with nothing but big amounts |
Want to change my ways but just trying to make a decent pay |
Fuck working for the man I want my shit the easy way |
I’m scheming on the block just trying to find a get away |
I’m getting laid while I’m in a daze |
I’m too paid and headed for the top like toupe’s |
Cooking up that recipe like soufle’s |
On the real I’m hoping for a new day |
I just hope i got time and I ain’t too late |
I’m too paid and headed for the top like toupe’s |
Cooking up that recipe like soufle’s |
On the real I’m hoping for a new day |
I just hope i got time and I ain’t too late |
Clay you been in the can for spraying cats but couldn’t hurt a Fly |
You don’t wanna be versus I cus when i lurk inside I’m murking gods |
I versify rehearse my lines to the (?) |
Living devine bending trees like turpentine |
We ain’t missing any components |
So puff on it, on our buddha it come potent |
I’m up on it, Show me who my next opponent |
I unload, the gun blow |
Then I roll up in a rag top |
I’m just a young half knot |
Reach in stash spots |
To blast *Bleep* |
I cook 'em like lamb chop |
Blood all on the floor like a backdrop |
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Caps lock |
I breeze from then scene cause I ain’t tryna be seen |
Pay the price for you to fine, I ain’t tryna be mean |
No I ain’t trying to be mean |
No what I mean? |
I’m just tryna get green |
Don’t get it mistaken |
You you could get your miss taken |
Forget changing I’m tryna be known for risk taking |
Even chicks with buns get Nathan’s |
Them Pros get? |
We burning down, not a sound even though it’s loud |
See them how I’m serving round when I murder clouds |
Staying in the same time zone when I purchase pounds |
Once a bag is filled, she don’t care if her purse’s in style |
Sargent Fly shit is my? |
And shit get hot, I’m entertained |
I start to fire I’m letting them go |
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well I’m pedaling dough |
And I know the world will better, days to come |
But I ain’t trying to be dead at very young |
Sometimes it feels like I’m ahead of everyone |
Can’t tell you what it was, but I guess it’s where I’m from |