Paid Slave
I gotta getcha
Getcha goin
Aye getcha money
Self employed
Making noise
Aye, Fuck niggas wanna diss
And we ain't worried
Aye, either rap or flip a brick
And that's word around ya
Bring the burner, and the downer
Lil' nigga where they find ya
From the 85'
Aye out the blocks, stealing clocks
It's gone take time
To take this, and take mine
And move on out
Weed or LSD, but ain't no drugs like clout
This feel like money in the bank
Fuck what you think
See my clock on tic
And my spliff on dank
Do yo thang my nigga
Let them pussy niggas hate
No they can't fuck witcha
Yeah them boys never fade
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Paid slave
Paid slave
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Ima paid slave
Paid slave
It don't matter how you feeling
Nigga tell me is you willing
Ain't had no time for chillin
Tryna see a couple million
Tell the bitch I ain't parlaying
Get the pussy then I'm Peeling
Back to the mission
Back to the smoke
Don't need a intermission
Co-Cooking up this dope
I mean we never know
How it really is
Cause we never had
Money stacked
Spend it on the Weed and Rap
Praying you gone get it back
You might not get it back
So you might not see me
On the low with my loud
Riding easy
Catch this plug in a drought
Then we all eat
Catch this wave and be out
You won't find me
You won't find me
Won't find me in the party
Small town, Heard my name
Now shawty wanna know about me
Turn around and leave a stain
Got her wiping of Miyagi
Hardly know which way is up
Kicked out of school and gave a fuck
Cause I'm tryna make these ends
Kick the door and Let em know
To let my fuckin' record spin
Play it back, let me ride
Burn a tree, Get me by
It don't Matter where I go
I'm still from the Southside
Tryna stack it up high enough
To jump off and die
This feel like money in the bank
Fuck what you think
See my clock on tic
And my spliff on dank
Do yo thang my nigga
Let them pussy niggas hate
No they can't fuck witcha
Yeah them boys never fade
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Paid slave
Paid slave
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Ima paid slave
Paid slave
Getcho money up nigga
Ain't no other way its done
Count it up
Money up nigga
Ain't no other way it's done
Oh Fuck
Getcha goin
Aye getcha money
Self employed
Making noise
Aye, Fuck niggas wanna diss
And we ain't worried
Aye, either rap or flip a brick
And that's word around ya
Bring the burner, and the downer
Lil' nigga where they find ya
From the 85'
Aye out the blocks, stealing clocks
It's gone take time
To take this, and take mine
And move on out
Weed or LSD, but ain't no drugs like clout
This feel like money in the bank
Fuck what you think
See my clock on tic
And my spliff on dank
Do yo thang my nigga
Let them pussy niggas hate
No they can't fuck witcha
Yeah them boys never fade
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Paid slave
Paid slave
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Ima paid slave
Paid slave
It don't matter how you feeling
Nigga tell me is you willing
Ain't had no time for chillin
Tryna see a couple million
Tell the bitch I ain't parlaying
Get the pussy then I'm Peeling
Back to the mission
Back to the smoke
Don't need a intermission
Co-Cooking up this dope
I mean we never know
How it really is
Cause we never had
Money stacked
Spend it on the Weed and Rap
Praying you gone get it back
You might not get it back
So you might not see me
On the low with my loud
Riding easy
Catch this plug in a drought
Then we all eat
Catch this wave and be out
You won't find me
You won't find me
Won't find me in the party
Small town, Heard my name
Now shawty wanna know about me
Turn around and leave a stain
Got her wiping of Miyagi
Hardly know which way is up
Kicked out of school and gave a fuck
Cause I'm tryna make these ends
Kick the door and Let em know
To let my fuckin' record spin
Play it back, let me ride
Burn a tree, Get me by
It don't Matter where I go
I'm still from the Southside
Tryna stack it up high enough
To jump off and die
This feel like money in the bank
Fuck what you think
See my clock on tic
And my spliff on dank
Do yo thang my nigga
Let them pussy niggas hate
No they can't fuck witcha
Yeah them boys never fade
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Paid slave
Paid slave
New whip, gold chains
Round my neck, paid slave
Ima paid slave
Paid slave
Getcho money up nigga
Ain't no other way its done
Count it up
Money up nigga
Ain't no other way it's done
Oh Fuck
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Writer(s): Jamal Akhtab
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