Paid N Full

Please get out my way
I can not be late
I got moves to make
Hell yeah I gotta get paid
Please get out my way
I can not be late
I got moves to make
Hell yeah I gotta get paid
Gotta get paid
(hey hey)
Gotta get paid
(hey hey)
Gotta get paid
(hey hey)
Gotta get paid
(hey hey) x2
Pushing the whip like I stole it
Your lil' b*tch want me to hold it
She had just text me «come over»
So I put her legs behind her shoulders
I swear I just want the cash
This lil' b*tch doing the dash
I got the streets on smash
These other rappers is trash
Pour up a cup now I’m sipping
Roll up that dope now I’m tripping
I’m sliding through the streets never slipping
All blue on hell yeah I’m cripping
I’m coming down like trae the truth
Dont like me n*gga f*ck you
Had a bad b*tch but I let her go
'Cuhs this bad b*tch waiting at my Houston show
I’ll never slip on my pimping
Call me Dolamite
I had two b*tches kissing on my flight the other night
I couldn’t f*ck neither one
I was high as a kite
I love the life I live
Even though it ain’t right
If I can’t pull her hair, imma choke the b*tch out
If she ain’t sucking d*ck imma kick the b*tch out
If it ain’t OG then imma put the blunt out
If I Don’t Get a Grammy, then imma spaz the f*ck out
I’m sitting on a cloud, actually it’s the Ghost
I swear I met your b*tch last week on the west coast
She ain’t got no brain but her head do the most
And when she bring me my bottles imma make a f*cking toast
I got bad b*tches on my coat tail
I f*cked your b*tch last week I hope she don’t tell
If God heard that I’m probably going to hell
And if you come with that bullsh*t I’m definitely going to jail, B*tch