Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paid Now, artist - Trey TwizzDate of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paid Now |
| I had my back 'gainst the wall, nobody to call |
| But I’m getting paid now |
| I had no money, my niggas ain’t love me |
| So all that love they showin' fake now |
| I had no money, these bitches won’t touch me |
| If we ain’t fuckin' you can’t stay round |
| These police corrupted, they keep tryna cuff me |
| That lawyer money, beat the case now |
| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school |
| See my mother breakdown |
| They thinkin' that my life is cool |
| Gotta keep a tool or they’ll find me face down |
| They tryna see what would I do |
| If it’s me or you, send you outta space now |
| They wanna take my life away now |
| Can see the hate all in your face now |
| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school |
| See my mother breakdown |
| Back when I was hungry, felt like they ain’t love me |
| Step on the gas, don’t use no brakes now |
| Your bitch say she love me 'cause she see this money |
| But I ain’t got no time to play now |
| Only chasin' this money, can’t get nothing from me |
| I cut my circle, see the snakes now |
| They tryna see how would I move |
| Put you in my shoes, and watch how you break down |
| I never got to finish school |
| 2000 on shoes, designer from waist down |
| And I know that they hating, they call me their brother but whole time praying |
| that I fall |
| My mother frustrated, ain’t got no diploma, ain’t ever get to see me wall |
| I needed some help put some trust in my niggas, they left me stranded, |
| couldn’t call |
| Don’t know who to trust, seein' all this fake love, rather keep my back against |
| the wall |
| I wish Twizzy was wit' me when kill me, that’s my brother so we slide |
| I wish was wit' me, got caught with his head and dead on the scene when they |
| arrive |
| I wish was wit' me, ain’t safe in the city, they dissin' on you from inside |
| Refuse to let 'em see me cry, still screamin' «Fuck the other side» |
| Won’t be a statistic so I’m stickin' with it, refuse to be a homicide |
| I see my face, my heart just can’t take it, I’m rapping 'long as I’m alive |
| I had my back 'gainst the wall, nobody to call |
| But I’m getting paid now |
| I had no money, my niggas ain’t love me |
| So all that love they showin' fake now |
| I had no money, these bitches won’t touch me |
| If we ain’t fuckin' you can’t stay round |
| These police corrupted, they keep tryna cuff me |
| That lawyer money, beat the case now |
| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school |
| See my mother breakdown |
| They thinkin' that my life is cool |
| Gotta keep a tool or they’ll find me face down |
| They tryna see what would I do |
| If it’s me or you, send you outta space now |
| They wanna take my life away now |
| Can see the hate all in your face now |
| you gotta stay focused (Focused) |
| Rappers are toting (Toting) |
| On the block we pushing hard, you know that I put it in motion (I put it in |
| motion) |
| Whippin' all day, the 30 was ashy, needed some lotion (Needed some lotion) |
| Now we hit the mall, we running through bags, you know that I’m splashing |
| I’m in a foreign, I’m swerving |
| Them niggas don’t got a purpose |
| I’m wit' your bitch and she perfect (Perfect) |
| You know my feelings is urgent (Urgent) |
| You know I fill up detergent |
| I got killers with me and they lurking |
| Leave 'em dead in street now he worthless |
| Better stay in that trap if you work less |
| I’m feelin' good my nigga, I pop me a bottle |
| He wanna tweak, I blast a stick on the block |
| The torture, ready for war |
| Young nigga driving a Porsche |
| Used to post up at the store |
| Might shoot at you if I’m bored |
| bands, I need some more and some more |
| over his head, you know if I shoot, i’ma score |
| I had my back 'gainst the wall, nobody to call |
| But I’m getting paid now |
| I had no money, my niggas ain’t love me |
| So all that love they showin' fake now |
| I had no money, these bitches won’t touch me |
| If we ain’t fuckin' you can’t stay round |
| These police corrupted, they keep tryna cuff me |
| That lawyer money, beat the case now |
| Wish I had the option to choose the street life or school |
| See my mother breakdown |
| They thinkin' that my life is cool |
| Gotta keep a tool or they’ll find me face down |
| They tryna see what would I do |
| If it’s me or you, send you outta space now |
| They wanna take my life away now |
| Can see the hate all in your face now |