Getting Paid
Aye two stones, gotta break down a boulder I'm not rich porter, you cannot afford her, need two loans
No we not tryna race I just steady my pace on a 90 day run with no shoes on
I can't cry bout a bitch, like my tears gotta switch and I know i don't miss i just move on
I been floating away, while I'm smoking a J, guess we all MIA cus we too gone
Can't hear my phone ring I ain't marry that bitch so i bet if you call I won't answer
I'm keeping it cool, he can't do what i do, I fuck bad bitches, he lower his standards
She told me she hungry, and I feed her good, now all that she need is her manners
I'm feeling like whiteboy cus I am a white boy that came with the bag like I'm santa
Just pose for the camera, I know you can't stand her, it's a whole lot of wock in this fanta
Better double your price, I been up the whole night with a freaky lil bitch from Atlanta
I was drinking and smoking, she gagging and choking, another one down now I'm hammered
I turn on the beat, now she out of her seat and kicking her feet like a dancer
Just know that we getting this money, these cars, these clothes, these hoes, and etcetera
He ain't never condone all the drugs now he act like a fein, he fell to peer pressure
Pops tryna talk, he don't listen he walk, got no one to call this a lecture
A golden chrome heart that sits in my chest, but i got the keys to the treasure
Got the whole trap jumping, the whole block go crazy cus we turning nun to sum
It must be October cus I'm feeling spooky, I bet I could bust me some pumpkins
Got no one behind 'em, he gotta make choices it's no going back once you jumped in
Gotta know when it's trouble, your heart get the racing, and sweat from the inside be pumpin
No I'm not mumping cus I'm not a dancer I'm using my voice for this writing
I told her she done I just wanted head I sent her ass home now she typing
No need for the texting, I'm not ready open it, if I do ima say type shit
Been wasting your time by keep hitting my line cus I ain't got time for the fighting
Once you have motion, don't slow that shit down just make sure you keep going forward
Keep counting these faces but I'm needing double so I told the plug send me more work
Gotta break down the loads, this shit out of control I just been praying to the lord first
Like a night with his armour, I keep getting stronger but I'm the one swinging the sword first
Aye two stones, gotta break down a boulder I'm not rich porter, you cannot afford her, need two loans
No we not tryna race I just steady my pace on a 90 day run with no shoes on
I can't cry bout a bitch, like my tears gotta switch and I know i don't miss i just move on
I been floating away, while I'm smoking a J, guess we all MIA cus we too gone
Can't hear my phone ring I ain't marry that bitch so i bet if you call I won't answer
I'm keeping it cool, he can't do what i do, I fuck bad bitches, he lower his standards
She told me she hungry, and I feed her good, now all that she need is her manners
I'm feeling like whiteboy cus I am a white boy that came with the bag like I'm santa
(Shoo, shoo)
No we not tryna race I just steady my pace on a 90 day run with no shoes on
I can't cry bout a bitch, like my tears gotta switch and I know i don't miss i just move on
I been floating away, while I'm smoking a J, guess we all MIA cus we too gone
Can't hear my phone ring I ain't marry that bitch so i bet if you call I won't answer
I'm keeping it cool, he can't do what i do, I fuck bad bitches, he lower his standards
She told me she hungry, and I feed her good, now all that she need is her manners
I'm feeling like whiteboy cus I am a white boy that came with the bag like I'm santa
Just pose for the camera, I know you can't stand her, it's a whole lot of wock in this fanta
Better double your price, I been up the whole night with a freaky lil bitch from Atlanta
I was drinking and smoking, she gagging and choking, another one down now I'm hammered
I turn on the beat, now she out of her seat and kicking her feet like a dancer
Just know that we getting this money, these cars, these clothes, these hoes, and etcetera
He ain't never condone all the drugs now he act like a fein, he fell to peer pressure
Pops tryna talk, he don't listen he walk, got no one to call this a lecture
A golden chrome heart that sits in my chest, but i got the keys to the treasure
Got the whole trap jumping, the whole block go crazy cus we turning nun to sum
It must be October cus I'm feeling spooky, I bet I could bust me some pumpkins
Got no one behind 'em, he gotta make choices it's no going back once you jumped in
Gotta know when it's trouble, your heart get the racing, and sweat from the inside be pumpin
No I'm not mumping cus I'm not a dancer I'm using my voice for this writing
I told her she done I just wanted head I sent her ass home now she typing
No need for the texting, I'm not ready open it, if I do ima say type shit
Been wasting your time by keep hitting my line cus I ain't got time for the fighting
Once you have motion, don't slow that shit down just make sure you keep going forward
Keep counting these faces but I'm needing double so I told the plug send me more work
Gotta break down the loads, this shit out of control I just been praying to the lord first
Like a night with his armour, I keep getting stronger but I'm the one swinging the sword first
Aye two stones, gotta break down a boulder I'm not rich porter, you cannot afford her, need two loans
No we not tryna race I just steady my pace on a 90 day run with no shoes on
I can't cry bout a bitch, like my tears gotta switch and I know i don't miss i just move on
I been floating away, while I'm smoking a J, guess we all MIA cus we too gone
Can't hear my phone ring I ain't marry that bitch so i bet if you call I won't answer
I'm keeping it cool, he can't do what i do, I fuck bad bitches, he lower his standards
She told me she hungry, and I feed her good, now all that she need is her manners
I'm feeling like whiteboy cus I am a white boy that came with the bag like I'm santa
(Shoo, shoo)
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Writer(s): Dyl Smith
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