marcus money - real paid lyrics
ridin’ with the real paid
for the money i could never wait (no)
listen close when i say so
ain’t no dough then we don’t converse (oh)
is you ridin’ gettin’ really paid
for the money never hesitate
big boss, they do what i say so
still sliding’ around gettin’ pesos
oldshool on roller blades
i paid cash you roll a rented (so what)
taste so expensive, i sew the seeds, so i reap the benifits (oh?)
im so addicted, i crave cash, i’m codependent
this beat’ premeditated murder
and i’m on trial as the co-defendant
i remember being indigent
in the joint tryna prove a point
gettin’ spreads brought to my bed every mornin’
i was born a king everybody know it
spittin’ poetry. gettin’ paid with soups
makin’ business cards out paper
loose leaf folded
tell ’em when i’m out
look me up and that’s real, i’m signin out
gotta’ get it now, can’t afford to wait
you need some weight, i’ll be on the way
get it right away, get it right today
get it night or day, get it andale
it was so brutal, went from eatin’ noodles
wearin’ old pumas
to a pearl white slab, packed house
real paid gang, now they accommodate
ya’ll tryna’ hit the finish line
me, i’m tryna’ run the extra mile
match one, you can’t catch up
i won’t let up, i run an extra 5
jay walkin’ and jay sparkin’
wanna lock me up and wanna testify
same girl diggin’ in your pockets
i dig her out, ’cause she dig my style
ridin’ with the real paid
for the money i could never wait (no)
listen close when i say so
ain’t no dough then we don’t converse (oh)
is you ridin’ gettin’ really paid
for the money never hesitate
big boss, they do what i say so
still sliding’ around gettin’ pesos
we are not the same and so why compare me
no time to waste and don’t try to play me
i’ve been about it. i’m grindin’ daily
it’s f-ck you, pay me. now don’t mistake me
i gets it poppin’ and gets it shakin’
i’m not with frontin’ i’m paper chasin’
you b-tches hatin’. i’m goin’ crazy
you not about it. don’t try to fade me (lil’ bih)
time keeps tickin’, so i’m gettin’ it
used to win a livin’, now i’m lookin’ for a k!llin’
ten toes down on the road to a million
snipe gettin’ lost, only thing that they’re thinkin’
when i pop up out of nowhere it’s like crack in the kitchen
get your -ss addicted to the sh-t that i’m spittin’
keep it low key, i can sell a whole key
you can ask my homie and he can tell you that i’m with it
real paid gang in the field, we don’t flex but i rep
get a check in this b-tch
if i slip, catch a grip, then i hit
when i bounce back, hit the outback
for the shrimp and the steak and some ribs
lil’, lil’ n-gga really know what it is
puttin’ in work, ain’t no rest in the wicked
you can catch me on a mission, all night in the city
got me plottin’ and i’m movin’
now you know we stay schemin’
ain’t no brakes when i ride out, slip and i slide out
b-tch get on my level
what the h-ll you haters cryin’ ’bout
get up on your hustle, stacking’ ruffles ’til i p-ss out
i was born to get it. you was raised to get a hand out
comin’ from the bottom but i stand tall
still collectin’ everything i came for
promise that i can’t fall
mama raised a g, and i’m glad that i ain’t y’all
foot up on the gas, no brake, when i take off
ridin’ with the real paid
for the money i could never wait (no)
listen close when i say so
ain’t no dough then we don’t converse (oh)
is you ridin’ gettin’ really paid
for the money never hesitate
big boss, they do what i say so
still sliding’ around gettin’ pesos
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