2Paid (feat. Yung Heir)

I make what he do in a month in a day
On the interstate i'm catching plays i'm way too paid
Aye Yeah yeah hold up way too paid
Aye look
I just put 20 in a bag and got it back
Now its 40 in the trap I don't even gotta rap
I could give a damn about half these rappers
Half they songs is cap
Come to me if you want facts
If you want smoke you know we got them packs

Listen
I'm a firm believer in karma
I don't wanna do no drama
I got her hot and wet sauna
200k to the plug pockets stronger
I eat my girl like Jeffery Dahmer
Blowing teen spirit call it Nirvana
Chopping the work like I got a katana
So many pounds they thought I was a farmer
Glock on me I ain't wearing no armor
Money so old I could be your father
Young mixed nigga I can bag your daughter
She blow my flute like a snake charmer
Diamonds on ears fist collar
I put the set on top my shoulder
Play with my name now you know you in trouble
I go to war about all of my brothers
Big ass bag on me I can't rumble
Smoking zaza and i'm lighting up crumble
Give me the bag and you know I won't fumble
I came out the mud I put that on my mother
I slept on the floor and fought through the struggle
Now I stack it and flip it and watch it all double
I'm one of a kind I promise you will not find another

I make what he do in a month in a day
On the interstate i'm catching plays i'm way too paid
Aye Yeah yeah hold up way too paid
Aye look
I just put 20 in a bag and got it back
Now its 40 in the trap I don't even gotta rap
I could give a damn about half these rappers
Half they songs is cap
Come to me if you want facts
If you want smoke you know we got them packs

Im Leaning
My life been moving to fast you can't keep up with my pace
Used to play me back then wanna kick it now but its too late
Tryna see my whereabouts i'm on a flight no in the states
Maybe I would argue with you but I can't cuz i'm too paid
Hop in that vette take off like a jet
I got big bread like a baguette
You miscellaneous give it a rest
Im sipping on wok but gripping a tec
Niggas talking tough till we pull up they froze
My bitch bad as fuck like she came off Vogue
Make her touch her toes then I tell her pose
You had hand outs you ain't get it on your own
I came from the dirt this shit I had to mold
I wonder how it feel to really be a troll

I make what he do in a month in a day
On the interstate i'm catching plays i'm way too paid
Aye Yeah yeah hold up way too paid
Aye look
I just put 20 in a bag and got it back
Now its 40 in the trap I don't even gotta rap
I could give a damn about half these rappers
Half they songs is cap
Come to me if you want facts
If you want smoke you know we got them packs



Credits
Writer(s): Rico Santino Quinones
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