When Im Getting Paid

Damm

This the sound my heart be making when I'm getting paid
Thinking bout the time when I was bout to go and get a trade
Not about to work another job I'm tired of getting played
Started stacking money by the hunnits and it's everyday
Niggas smoking pressure to the face I'm bout to fade away
Brand new faces in the trap so I just made them pay the way
Trynna keep my people coming in don't want them go away
Always keep the OG but it's different flavors like it's lays
Every other day a nigga try to pull up for the za
I ont never have the za you want it peso not to far
Link up with a different shawdy pull up in a different car
Never let these bitches know my move I'm bout to be a star
Reapers in the booth my niggas cranking going bar for bar
Fava looking at my cause he proud a nigga going far
Trapping out of a house I really came up trapping out a jar
People say they real they turn to fake that's just another scar
They say they on the team but they ain't cranking to the pre record
Came up from the gutter I was swerving in my mother ford
Thinking bout to much I'm fighting demons peddle to the floor
Making ten more songs because a nigga started feeling bored
Niggas graduates and we started kicking down the door
Never started nothing niggas felt like we just needed more
Niggas got to greedy and he took a couple to the core
He was just a young in he ain't know that he was starting war
Brady in the trap he started whipping turnt into a baker
Water and the powder niggas whip it I ain't talking Quaker
Stealing out the spot my hitta get em send him to the maker
Come up on a couple racks I gurantee I get some acres