summrs – i’m paid lyrics
[verse]
i got a banger in my pocket
sitting patiently, waiting up, i could’ve called my dawg in
this stick like a tree limb, [?] but don’t play hockey
new celine, new [?] drip, i don’t need no stylist
i went to f+ckin’ jack, got his down, “run your pocket
my n+gga, give me that muhf+ckin’ chain”, he ain’t even got it
van cleef on my wrist, you know that i’m poppin’
i just f+cked an nba player daughter, took her shoppin’
my name f+ckin’ hold weight, yeah
18 karat gold up in my chain, this b+tch heavy like some weights, yeah
took my d+ck up out her then i nutted on her face
bought my n+gga a pistol, he’ll put this big b+tch to your face, n+gga
i’m in the muhf+ckin’ back now there counting racks, n+gga
so when you see me at the red light thumbing through knots, i’ma spit in your face, n+gga
my n+ggas get paid off of plays look like everyday
try to reach for my chain up in public, there’s cameras around and your ass can get faced, n+gga
work out with a dirty pistol in my hand, i’ma let it spray
all this time, i’m getting money, i count money, then i get laid
free all my brothers and free all my partners up out that mothaf+ckin’ cage
crowd diving off the stage
after that, pick ’em up back and i’m paid, yeah
i bet i get rackades for days
i bet i get rackades for days
for days, yeah
i bet i get rackades for days
i bet i get rackades for days
yeah, yeah, yeah
i bet i get rackades for days
i bet i get rackades for days
i bet i get rackades for days
i’m with all my n+ggas, ain’t saving them [?]
rocking number (n)ine [?] mix that b+tch up with some j’s
i heard what my partner just hit that n+gga in his face
i told that n+gga he’ll be out of sh+t, he need to chill ‘fore it be too late
but either way it go, lil’ b+tch i’m with you anyways
i’m high as f+ck off roxy tryna find the maybach key, whole time it’s in my face
need to face something, said to dude, “lil’ b+tch, you better not play
’cause my n+gga one call away, he’ll mask up and hit you with that ‘k”
i’m [?], i might go buy a wraith
b+tch call my phone talking ’bout she pregnant, b+tch, i need to see the dna
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