salt the wound – to the top lyrics
and when this song gets played we get f-ckin’ paid.
so keep the music blasting.
we’ll make it rain.
i’m headed to the sun on my own g6 plane.
i’m taking this sh-t straight to the bank.
there would be no way i would not wear gucci.
i guess i might wear prada on laundry day.
and on the weekends you know we’re chillin’ in portugal and on the beaches of
spain.
we ball so f-ckin’ hard strapped like f-ckin’ soldiers.
we’ll shoot first we’ll ask questions later.
don’t f-ck with the law.
we drive hard, your b-tch in my front seat.
she said she’s a vegan but she ate my meat.
b-tch knows i get paid like it ain’t no thing.
when salt the wound is in the room we bruise the fallopian tubes.
treat ’em rough to get the m-ff.
(we beat ’em up) and filmed it like and 80’s snuff.
it’s sweaty in the club like red hot, i’ve got this ski mask but i’m not in
slipknot.
got more flatbills than a flock of steamrolled ducks.
we got our sights on the next pack of jersey sh-r- f-cks.
turn a scene sl-t into a housewife is more than you can f-ckin’ handle.
your girl been blowin’ up my phone.
sayin’ she wants me to take her to pound town.
and when this song gets played we get f-ckin’ paid.
and when this song gets played we get f-ckin’ paid.
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