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z money - shawty paid intro lyrics

[intro]
dy krazy
he is crazy, sh-t is crazy
yeah

[chorus]
real trap n-gg- on a yacht
i got knots up in my pocket and these ain’t no prop
i’m buyin’ guns up with my profit, homie, don’t get shot
i’m shawty paid, i am the topic, gave your b-tch a job
and these n-gg-s tryna copy, but they out of style
pull up and vanish, slide the door back, my lil’ n-gg-s wild
i told this b-tch this ain’t a kodak, put my jewelry down
i got too many b-tches on me, in and out of town

[verse 1]
dolce, hit ’em with a fee, done came in this b-tch flee
don’t leave your lady ’round me, homie, i might break her knee
got louis v up on my tee, a hundred f-ckin’ cheap
and all my hundreds are fixed up, i like my money neat (d-mn)

[interlude]
like my money neat
my freak up in my sheets
farfetched, 1-0-1-7
eatin’, i’m hot

[verse 2]
d-mn, i just broke the scale
these n-gg-s lyin’ in they rap, they never sold bales
swear they was all up in the trap, these n-gg-s goin’ to h-ll
i got two hundred in my closet, think i got the bail
with my n-gg-s, got six glocks, we all in bloomingdales
pull up the truck, beat and go crazy, forgi with fifth wheel
ain’t no pacifist, he dissin’, i can’t let him live
got his b-tch backseat of rover, hand in ponytail
you would think he played some sports because he caught the sh-lls

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