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surf - paid in full lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(it’s the real gang, lil’ b+tch)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah+yeah+yeah (ha), yeah (ha)

[chorus]
i came with a new level (level)
the rollie got busted, got a new bezel (yeah)
my b+tch got a bag, got a new booty (booty)
i’m countin’ this money, not new to it (nah)
i’m f+ckin’ this money up (i’m f+ckin’ this money up)
i’m f+ckin’ this money up (i’m f+ckin’ this money up)
huh, i’m turnin’ this money up (i’m turnin’ this money up)
i sling on the bag like a tummy tuck (yeah)
this yeezy on me ’til the death of me (yеah)
he wanna go up, he ain’t done еnough (no)
he say it get money, he cap a lot (ha)
he goin’ to h+ll, now he burnin’ up
you not doin’ sh+t, boy, the jig is up
my credit so crazy, my limit up (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
huh, i’m up in the plane but i’m still gettin’ high
i’m livin’ too good but i still wanna die
she still with her man and i still wonder why
i f+cked her one time and she losin’ her mind
you wanna get rich but do you wanna ride?
i can tell you be lyin’, i’m readin’ your eyes
i ain’t readin’ no text, i be readin’ your vibe
i ain’t stunt on n0body, i’m livin’ my life (ha)
and these n+ggas ain’t sh+t, they be tryna go stunt
why the f+ck you be leavin’ your house with no gun?
if you broke then i know that you havin’ no fun
i can’t pick up my wallet, it’s weighin’ a ton
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout b+tches, i’m havin’ a bunch
i remember them days, wasn’t havin’ no lunch
a’s in school but i’m still goin’ dumb (yeah)
paid in full, all the hunnids, i thumb (yeah)
i ain’t sayin’ too much, it ain’t no one i trust (ha)
he gon’ shoot it one time, it ain’t takin’ too much (ha)
i got n+ggas in prison, they seein’ the sun (ha)
i got n+ggas that’s hungry, ain’t ate in a month (ha)
sh+t too easy, n+ggas gon’ hate, deep down, wanna be me
and that b+tch gon’ block me, still gon’ see me
and these hoes ain’t sh+t, she still gon’ leave me
(it’s the real gang, lil’ b+tch, haha)
[chorus]
i came with a new level (level)
the rollie got busted, got a new bezel (yeah)
my b+tch got a bag, got a new booty (booty)
i’m countin’ this money, not new to it (nah)
i’m f+ckin’ this money up (i’m f+ckin’ this money up)
i’m f+ckin’ this money up (i’m f+ckin’ this money up)
huh, i’m turnin’ this money up (i’m turnin’ this money up)
i sling on the bag like a tummy tuck (yeah)
this yeezy on me ’til the death of me (yeah)
he wanna go up, he ain’t done enough (no)
he say it get money, he cap a lot (ha)
he goin’ to h+ll, now he burnin’ up
you not doin’ sh+t, boy, the jig is up
my credit so crazy, my limit up

- surf lyrics

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