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styles p – get paid lyrics

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holiday, get some of this motherf-ckin’ paper around here please?
sh-t, i’m f-cked up, i ain’t the lyin’ type

can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash

i told you, i ball for dope
i’m in a caucasian jag wit a bag knockin’ hauler notes
spendin’ 200 gs in the fall for coats
you could call me a lotta things but don’t call me broke

an’ i told you i bust my steel
i stay cuffed in the bullpen like p
you ’bout to f-ck up your deal
but i told you, i make my bail
i’m at home in the alcohol bath, tryin’ to shake the jail

an’ i’m pickin’ up my automatics, automatically
i got a bad habit, makin’ people mad at me
dog, i’m just tryin’ to get paid
cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run an’ get laid

ten million for the crib, put the gun on the maid
weed on the chefs, so i can get high with the meal
got to get my head right ‘fore i fly to brazil
make my sheets outta hundreds so i can lie in a mil, what up?

can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash

dog, you’d be pleased to kick it
i’ma call up my nba n-gg-s, get some season tickets
catch me in the skybox in any arena
i won’t be happy ’til i cop my n-gg-s 50 medinas

but i’m tryin’ to be realistic an’ i get really twisted
so i’m settlin’ for seventy beamers
somebody call bill gates, tell him meet with the streets
one on one, so i can get some real cake

tryin’ to see my sh-t in the forbes, trump tower for ‘self
so you know i’m still pitchin’ the boy
an’ the n-gg-s need lottery numbers
charge this some more and the guys freak decalis an’ hummers

blow smoke in the sky ’til the air force come
cop 50,000 pair of air force ones
an’ if i can’t live it up, then i’m runnin’ up
in the record label, tellin’ everybody, “give it up”, what up?

can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash

i kill lemonade peeps
it’s holiday with the fruit punch ferarri an’ the lemonade seats
face look really aggy, jeans really baggy
fitted hat, white t an’ some bruno maglies

doublin’ an’ flippin’
you understand, i need a house so big
i need a shuttle to the kitchen
that’s why i keep the 45 government edition
the sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat

the big screen is crazy an’ i’m lovin the conditions
i got a vision an’ it’s cash involved
“can i get paid or you get sprayed?”
it be the only d-mn question that i’m askin’ y’all, what up?

can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash

can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash

can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
can i get paid?
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash
i’m just tryin’ to make some cash



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