Styles P
Styles P - Get Paid lyrics
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Holiday, get some of this motherfuckin' paper around here please? Shit, I'm fucked 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 fuck 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 niggas, get some season tickets Catch me in the Skybox in any arena I won't be happy 'til I cop my niggas 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 shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self So you know I'm still pitchin' the boy An' the niggas 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 damn 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