Who's Next
Paid gang yeah always on the same thing
Yeah run up go bang bang yeah
Probably fucked your main thing
Paid gang
Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah
Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha
Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah
Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text
Cause my niggas on and up I got the 40 tucked she got the fattest butt
She riding passenger I roll the fattest blunts
Niggas ain't passing us that's why they mad at us
Go get your baggage up
Walk ina club where my paper at no I don't play with that
I just smoke dope and I body tracks dope pack the size of a body bag
Go get a job with your tommy ass this beat I hommied that
Bitch I been on and I'm up pay me to walk in the club
And it's going up
Shawty she on me she feeling the kid and I know wassup
Yeah I know wassup
I fuck her then leave that hoe stuck and roll up it's back to the paper
Ill see that hoe later
They know they can't stop so they hate us
I'll work til they call me the greatest all it took was patience
He answered my prayers
Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah
Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha
Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah
Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text
And I cannot cuff no bitch I swear ya niggas be on sucker shit
I'm too focused on getting my mother rich
Put a bust down rose gold on my brother wrist
Get a pack and then I gotta double it you too patient
My nigga I'm rushing it
Getting money yeah I fell in love with it
If you speak on Bando get your melon split
Get your melon split
Do a drill then you get low and switch the whips
It's a blessing the boys didn't find the grip
I ain't chasing no hoes I'm just chasing chips
I need assets I'm making investments
Niggas mad cause I'm fresh like a peppermint plus his wifey a fan
She love all my shit
I can't give her my number she stalking it
So much riches out here we need all of it
Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah
Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha
Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah
Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text
Yeah run up go bang bang yeah
Probably fucked your main thing
Paid gang
Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah
Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha
Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah
Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text
Cause my niggas on and up I got the 40 tucked she got the fattest butt
She riding passenger I roll the fattest blunts
Niggas ain't passing us that's why they mad at us
Go get your baggage up
Walk ina club where my paper at no I don't play with that
I just smoke dope and I body tracks dope pack the size of a body bag
Go get a job with your tommy ass this beat I hommied that
Bitch I been on and I'm up pay me to walk in the club
And it's going up
Shawty she on me she feeling the kid and I know wassup
Yeah I know wassup
I fuck her then leave that hoe stuck and roll up it's back to the paper
Ill see that hoe later
They know they can't stop so they hate us
I'll work til they call me the greatest all it took was patience
He answered my prayers
Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah
Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha
Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah
Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text
And I cannot cuff no bitch I swear ya niggas be on sucker shit
I'm too focused on getting my mother rich
Put a bust down rose gold on my brother wrist
Get a pack and then I gotta double it you too patient
My nigga I'm rushing it
Getting money yeah I fell in love with it
If you speak on Bando get your melon split
Get your melon split
Do a drill then you get low and switch the whips
It's a blessing the boys didn't find the grip
I ain't chasing no hoes I'm just chasing chips
I need assets I'm making investments
Niggas mad cause I'm fresh like a peppermint plus his wifey a fan
She love all my shit
I can't give her my number she stalking it
So much riches out here we need all of it
Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah
Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha
Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah
Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text
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