Gettin' Paid

I don't wanna have to worry again
I'm done cause I know just where I been
Making ends meet, never met the end
Now I'm trying to eat, and be better than
I don't wanna have to worry again
I've seen the bottom, it wasn't it
Empty pockets to millions
I don't wanna have to worry again

Lived in B.O.S.T.O.N, born in H.A.R.L.E.M
But he's really Liberian, West African
From the struggle poor household, war crime and violence
That's no money, guns, drugs, nothing but disturbance
Just glade wit me, as we fly through this turbulence
The life of a child selling bottles for cents
Stealing baseball cards to see fives and tens
Hustling on the block moving twenties to make a hundred
Cop a pair kicks maybe a fitted to go wit it
Get a little jiggy, maybe a chick might dig it
Look, the moral of the sorry is this
The kid was getting paid no matter what the cost is
So if he had to do a bid, it is what it is
He's tired of no play, those damn syrup sandwiches
Those bo bo clothes wasn't cutting it no more

I'm getting paid, he's getting paid, we getting paid
I'm getting paid, what what, I'm getting paid, what!
You getting paid, I'm getting paid, he's getting paid
I'm getting paid, yup yup, I'm getting paid, yup!

It wasn't dreams of getting paid, it was make or break it
Locked up, you know, or 72 inches
So my grind shifted me more towards the other way
Want to wake up one day, Moms retire early
And my baby girl is set, if she's ever stuck at thirty
House wit that villa, right on the lake
Whole leap of room to run around, the grandkids can play
See - I ain't talking rich, I'm talking about wealth
So her kids, kids, kids, get a taste (ha ha)
I'm a G for a particular reason
I grind I get paid from season to season
Very few days of, the life of a boss
Stir in Bey and Jay, and a couple of Gates
Cake so long feed a country wit no problem
Make you think twice, you don't want no problems
We worth to much, we got dudes that ah solve them

I'm getting paid now
Things bout to change now
Secured my bag now
I rose from the ground
War, crime, and violence
Went from a poor kid
To entrepreneur, and
I made it happen

I don't think you understand I'm talking acres of land
Cop that real estate, flip that times eight
Brokerage accounts, stocks I lost count
So much cake somebody call the count (Dracula)
1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4
1 billion, 2 billion, 3 billion more (ha ha)
Getting paid on the beach wit no shade
Cause the AC's on outside, ya dig

I'm getting paid, he's getting paid, we getting paid
I'm getting paid, what what, I'm getting paid, what!
You getting paid, I'm getting paid, he's getting paid
I'm getting paid, yup yup, I'm getting paid, yup!
I'm getting paid, he's getting paid, we getting paid
I'm getting paid, what what, I'm getting paid, what!
You getting paid, I'm getting paid, he's getting paid
I'm getting paid, yup yup, I'm getting paid, yup!