Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Gettin' Paid, artist - Lil Baby.
Date of issue: 09.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Gettin' Paid |
Yeah, first song of 2018, you dig? |
Yeah, shout out my Alabama niggas |
Mattazik Been Boomin' Off Rip! |
I’ma clean up like a maid, every day I’m gettin' paid |
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade |
We was just thumbin' through cash |
And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid |
I can’t be makin' no minimum wage |
Used to be broke now we all on the stage |
I’m this bitch with The Game |
Sixty whole racks for the chain |
They’re singing my shit all in Spain |
Got off my ass and I made me a name |
Young nigga runnin' with mobsters |
We eatin' shrimp, steak, and lobster |
And we don’t fuck with imposters |
I spend a rack on some joggers |
I’m in LA like a Dodger |
Bad bitches all on my roster |
Sippin' on lean, need a doctor |
I poured an eight in a bottle |
Pull up and hop out, I’m proper |
Christian Dior, no Prada |
Top of the year, I’m 'bout to hop on a Lear |
Bend that ass over, I fuck from the rear |
Finna sleep in the air and I don’t gotta steer |
Broke with no money, you cannot get near |
Sipping on lean, I’m not drinking no beer |
I talk about hundreds, I don’t want to hear |
I’m tryna stack up a milly and grind |
Been working so hard, I know it’s my time |
They do not want me to shine, I gotta keep me a nine |
I can’t be wasting my time, I gotta get it, I grind for what’s mine |
I can’t be pouring up lines, I buy me a pint every time they come 'round |
Keep it flat like I’m Santana, pour up a deuce in a Fanta |
Ballin' on niggas with handles |
Fresh as a bitch for the cameras |
I’ma clean up like a maid, every day I’m gettin' paid |
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade |
We was just thumbin' through cash |
And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid |
I can’t be makin' no minimum wage |
Used to be broke now we all on the stage |
Yeah, runnin' up the cars, them hood fights in the park |
Hotboxin' it get dark nigga, can’t post his picture, he done robbed nigga |
I’m standing all on stage nigga, dub a show gettin' paid nigga |
Do that shit like every day, that’s a hundred forty every week |
My trap house on peak, my lil homies gon' sleep |
'partment on Spark Street, so you know we pulled up deep |
Lil homie on the X pill, runnin' 'round on percocets and he geeked |
And he keep draco on the sheet, he just want to rock a young nigga sleep |
Paid for her to get an abortion, I made her treat me important |
I been ridin' around in Porsches, I’m addicted to lean, I keep pourin' it |
They didn’t let me get in, now I’m going in |
Get my money together, it’s flowing in |
Get my army together, we going in |
I was good for this shit, I was sworn in |
Free throw line, I’ma hit mine |
Sit on recline, me and G5 |
On the top of the clouds, me and Fadey |
On a private jet, nigga we made it |
When the people see me they go crazy |
Got these bankrolls on me, I ain’t changing |
I’ma clean up like a maid, every day I’m gettin' paid |
My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade |
We was just thumbin' through cash |
And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid |
I can’t be makin' no minimum wage |
Used to be broke now we all on the stage |