| Yeah, Jet Life
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| Jet Set none the less
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| Uh huh
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| I’m talking oceans in the back
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| Front reserved for Porsche’s
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| Highed up, focused on my fortunes
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| A real G I’m try’na ball
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| I want it all, fuck a portion
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| Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress
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| Up early everyday I’m try’na flip
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| I need more of it
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| Gotta get it now
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| Will I see tomorrow I ain’t sure of it
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| Overdue, it’s bout that time
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| I deserve a lick
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| I’m try’na see something slick
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| I really came form nothing though
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| Still I stand tall
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| Pockets thick fitted sittin' low
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| Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold
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| She ain’t a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough
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| Real nigga’s hear it in my words
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| Plus my actions show
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| Nothing less I’m a jet so I’m sendin' threats
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| To these suckers hating on my name cause I’m next
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| Protected by the planes
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| JLR, family crest
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| Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
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| Yeah
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Never underestimate the other guys greed
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| Game given from a snake indeed
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| I still take heat
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| Keep the force with you stuck adhesive
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| Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
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| Baby girl we the people
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| We lose them dudes
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| Your homegirl and them cool
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| We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose
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| We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals
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| through
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| Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
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| I did it partner
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| Too much of a scholar
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| To ever live in squalor
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| Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
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| I’m in there like I live there
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| What took you so long baby girl
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| I been here
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| Try’na lose your man he a square huh
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| I don’t even know if it’s fair ma
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| Fuck it though you livin in the same I’m in
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| Dirty money makers spend
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| Yeahh
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| I hustle hard till I’m dead
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| I’m never locked behind bars
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| I’m jet member we live by a different set of laws
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| Roddy trap hard ain’t no time for fuckin off
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| It’s a scary game but I’m not scared
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| Not at all
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| I’m hoping that this high don’t ever come down and fall
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| Cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all
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| Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
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| And them niggas don’t give a fuck they cold hearted
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| That’s cold blooded
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| Specially in New Orleans
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| Just try’na make it out this maze that I’ve been lost in
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| I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
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| School of hard knocks I learn to read between the margin
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| But real shit so many problems I deal with
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| And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff
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| But I won’t quit stackin my bread counting my chips
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| I double count my paper and then I dip
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| Jets fool
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| I bet I do
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| Yeahh
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid
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| Get paid, get paid
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| Get paid my nigga get paid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Paid , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Weekend At Burnie's, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп