Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Paid, artist - Curren$y. Album song Weekend At Burnie's, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Get Paid |
Yeah, Jet Life |
Jet Set none the less |
Uh huh |
I’m talking oceans in the back |
Front reserved for Porsche’s |
Highed up, focused on my fortunes |
A real G I’m try’na ball |
I want it all, fuck a portion |
Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress |
Up early everyday I’m try’na flip |
I need more of it |
Gotta get it now |
Will I see tomorrow I ain’t sure of it |
Overdue, it’s bout that time |
I deserve a lick |
I’m try’na see something slick |
I really came form nothing though |
Still I stand tall |
Pockets thick fitted sittin' low |
Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold |
She ain’t a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough |
Real nigga’s hear it in my words |
Plus my actions show |
Nothing less I’m a jet so I’m sendin' threats |
To these suckers hating on my name cause I’m next |
Protected by the planes |
JLR, family crest |
Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best |
Yeah |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Never underestimate the other guys greed |
Game given from a snake indeed |
I still take heat |
Keep the force with you stuck adhesive |
Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it |
Baby girl we the people |
We lose them dudes |
Your homegirl and them cool |
We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose |
We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals |
through |
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars |
I did it partner |
Too much of a scholar |
To ever live in squalor |
Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars |
I’m in there like I live there |
What took you so long baby girl |
I been here |
Try’na lose your man he a square huh |
I don’t even know if it’s fair ma |
Fuck it though you livin in the same I’m in |
Dirty money makers spend |
Yeahh |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
I hustle hard till I’m dead |
I’m never locked behind bars |
I’m jet member we live by a different set of laws |
Roddy trap hard ain’t no time for fuckin off |
It’s a scary game but I’m not scared |
Not at all |
I’m hoping that this high don’t ever come down and fall |
Cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all |
Still spitting these trill bars free of charge |
And them niggas don’t give a fuck they cold hearted |
That’s cold blooded |
Specially in New Orleans |
Just try’na make it out this maze that I’ve been lost in |
I rep my set from the stage to the coffin |
School of hard knocks I learn to read between the margin |
But real shit so many problems I deal with |
And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff |
But I won’t quit stackin my bread counting my chips |
I double count my paper and then I dip |
Jets fool |
I bet I do |
Yeahh |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |
Get paid, get paid |
Get paid my nigga get paid |