Still Paid (feat. NappyHead)
Nah, I'll be talkin' to my shit, man
Uh, already know what I'ma do
Fuck it, I'ma just go ahead, uh
If I pull up, grab your bitch, got her all up on my dick (ooh)
Let her suck up on my tip (ooh), when I'm done kick her out
I don't really give a shit (shit), catch me mobbing with the clique
Put some Prada on the fit, I'm a rich ass nigga, I be balling like a bitch (ballin')
And I'm 'bout to flip the script, Gucci on my kicks
If I make 'em flip-flops, I might have to fuck your bitch
I'm a savage by design, I don't even have to try (yeah)
I just got another cheque, watch me throw it in the sky (okay)
And I never told a lie and I keep it very fly
I'm the new Biggie Smalls, but I ain't ready to die (hell no)
I switch flows like a mink coat, she don't fuck but she deepthroat (what?)
Put it in her ahh, she like go slow (okay)
Yeah, swimming in the pussy like a back stroke (what?)
You can't tell me nothing (yeah) and I ain't never bluffing (uh)
This bitch, I'm never cuffing (okay), your bitch, I'm definitely fucking (yeah)
I think I'm up to something (alright), I swear this beat is bumping (okay)
I got the speakers thumping (damn), I think the streets is buzzing
I know my time is coming, ah
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae (skrr)
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain (woo)
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain (yup)
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid, ah
Bad bitch suck my dick, I call her four eyes, I'ma
Young nigga throw a pack, I throw a bullseye I've been
Smoking off of blunts, I'm getting more high, I'ma
Roll with my niggas when I roll by, I'ma
Nigga, I don't know why I'm so fly, I'ma
Go and flip them packs when I roll by, I'ma (when I roll by)
Smoke out the windows, I don't how to
Five-O pulled me over have a show out have a bust
But I'ma hit the gas, I'ma leave 'em in the dust
Gonna get that cash by any means and it's a must
Niggas turn to enemies, so it's hard to trust
I ain't with the talking, talking, I ain't with the fuss
If we ain't talking paper, there ain't nothing to discuss (no)
Talk about them niggas poppin' you that it's us
You know that it's us
Nigga, you know that it's us
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid, ah
Oh, who the fuck did this beat, oh, fuck, that was me, haha
Yeah, bitch, it's motherfucking T Swerve and NappyHead in the building, bitch
You know what the fuck going on, nigga
You know what the fuck going on, man
It's just me on the track, it's Nappy on the track
You know that's straight fire, nigga
Though we not done, you know what's going on, man
Aye man, aye man
Where are my head, again?
Fuck!
Uh, already know what I'ma do
Fuck it, I'ma just go ahead, uh
If I pull up, grab your bitch, got her all up on my dick (ooh)
Let her suck up on my tip (ooh), when I'm done kick her out
I don't really give a shit (shit), catch me mobbing with the clique
Put some Prada on the fit, I'm a rich ass nigga, I be balling like a bitch (ballin')
And I'm 'bout to flip the script, Gucci on my kicks
If I make 'em flip-flops, I might have to fuck your bitch
I'm a savage by design, I don't even have to try (yeah)
I just got another cheque, watch me throw it in the sky (okay)
And I never told a lie and I keep it very fly
I'm the new Biggie Smalls, but I ain't ready to die (hell no)
I switch flows like a mink coat, she don't fuck but she deepthroat (what?)
Put it in her ahh, she like go slow (okay)
Yeah, swimming in the pussy like a back stroke (what?)
You can't tell me nothing (yeah) and I ain't never bluffing (uh)
This bitch, I'm never cuffing (okay), your bitch, I'm definitely fucking (yeah)
I think I'm up to something (alright), I swear this beat is bumping (okay)
I got the speakers thumping (damn), I think the streets is buzzing
I know my time is coming, ah
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae (skrr)
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain (woo)
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain (yup)
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid, ah
Bad bitch suck my dick, I call her four eyes, I'ma
Young nigga throw a pack, I throw a bullseye I've been
Smoking off of blunts, I'm getting more high, I'ma
Roll with my niggas when I roll by, I'ma
Nigga, I don't know why I'm so fly, I'ma
Go and flip them packs when I roll by, I'ma (when I roll by)
Smoke out the windows, I don't how to
Five-O pulled me over have a show out have a bust
But I'ma hit the gas, I'ma leave 'em in the dust
Gonna get that cash by any means and it's a must
Niggas turn to enemies, so it's hard to trust
I ain't with the talking, talking, I ain't with the fuss
If we ain't talking paper, there ain't nothing to discuss (no)
Talk about them niggas poppin' you that it's us
You know that it's us
Nigga, you know that it's us
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid
New day, watch me pull up with a new bae
Fuck fame, gimme money and a new chain
You say I don't care about what you say
I just hit the bank, and they told me that still paid, ah
Oh, who the fuck did this beat, oh, fuck, that was me, haha
Yeah, bitch, it's motherfucking T Swerve and NappyHead in the building, bitch
You know what the fuck going on, nigga
You know what the fuck going on, man
It's just me on the track, it's Nappy on the track
You know that's straight fire, nigga
Though we not done, you know what's going on, man
Aye man, aye man
Where are my head, again?
Fuck!
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Babukiika, Dawson Caston
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