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Get Paid (Feat. Young Roddy And Trademark)

Yeah Jetlife

Jet setting nonetheless

I'm talking oceans in the back

Front reserved for porches

Highed up focused on my fortunes

A real G I'm tryin' ball

I want it all

Fuck a portion

Money in my pocket

More stacks than a fortress

Up early everyday I'm trying to flip

I need more of it

Gotta get it now

Will I see tomorrow

I'm not sure of it

Overdue is about that time

I deserve a lick

I'm trying to see something slick

I really came from nothin' though

Still I stand tall pockets thick

Fitted sitting low

Twisting with my chick

Out the manor in front of getting gold

She ain't a gold digger

But love how daddy get this dough

Real nigga hear it in my words plus my actions show

Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sending threats

To these suckas hating on my name cause I'm next

Protected by the planes

J-L-R family crest

Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the bestGet paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paidNever underestimate the other guys greed

Game given from a snake indeed

I'll still take heat

Keep the force with you

Stuck adhesive

Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it

Baby girl, them your people

Well lose them dudes

Your home girl and them cool

We making moves like when throwback rap albums had interludes

We used to chill at the crib

Waiting for homie to bring the instrumentals through

Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars

I did it partner

Too much of a scholar

To ever live in scwaler

Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars

I'm in there like I live there

What took you so long baby girl

Ive been here trying to lose your man hes a square huh

I don't know if its fair ma

Fuck it though you living in the same world im in dirty

Let them money makers spinGet paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paidI hustle hard til I'm dead or locked behind bars

I'm a jet member will brought by a different set of laws

Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fucking off

Its a scary game but am I scared, not at all

I'm hoping that this side don't ever come down, and fall

Cause them dates know that we way tougher than them all

Still spitting these trill bars free of charge

And them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted

That's cold-blooded especially in New Orleans

Just trying to make it out this maze that I've been lost in

I rep my set from the stage to the coffin

School of hard knocks

I learned to read between the margin

Real shit so many problems I deal with

And thank god for Mary Jane and that good piff

That I won't quit stacking my bread sippin' my chips

I double count my paper then I dip

Jets fool

I bet I doGet paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Get paid my nigga

Get paid

Songwriters

Franklin, Shante / Brisco, Roderick / Fitch, John A / Harleaux, Daryl Anthony / Washington, AlexPublished by

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