Get Paid - Young Roddy, Drupey Collins

Yeah, Jet Life

Jet Set none the less

Uh huh

I’m talking oceans in the back

Front reserved for Porsche’s

Highed up, focused on my fortunes

A real G I’m try’na ball

I want it all, fuck a portion

Money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress

Up early everyday I’m try’na flip

I need more of it

Gotta get it now

Will I see tomorrow I ain’t sure of it

Overdue, it’s bout that time

I deserve a lick

I’m try’na see something slick

I really came form nothing though

Still I stand tall

Pockets thick fitted sittin' low

Twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold

She ain’t a gold digger but love her Daddy get this dough

Real nigga’s hear it in my words

Plus my actions show

Nothing less I’m a jet so I’m sendin' threats

To these suckers hating on my name cause I’m next

Protected by the planes

JLR, family crest

Mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best

Yeah

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Get paid, get paid

Get paid my nigga get paid

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Never underestimate the other guys greed

Game given from a snake indeed

I still take heat

Keep the force with you stuck adhesive

Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it

Baby girl we the people

We lose them dudes

Your homegirl and them cool

We making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose

We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals

through

Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars

I did it partner

Too much of a scholar

To ever live in squalor

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

I been here

Try’na lose your man he a square huh

I don’t even know if it’s fair ma

Fuck it though you livin in the same I’m in

Dirty money makers spend

Yeahh

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Get paid, get paid

Get paid my nigga get paid

Get paid, get paid

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I hustle hard till I’m dead

I’m never locked behind bars

I’m jet member we live by a different set of laws

Roddy trap hard ain’t no time for fuckin off

It’s a scary game but I’m not scared

Not at all

I’m hoping that this high don’t ever come down and fall

Cause some days where we know 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

Specially in New Orleans

Just try’na 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 learn to read between the margin

But real shit so many problems I deal with

And I thank God for Mary Jane that good piff

But I won’t quit stackin my bread counting my chips

I double count my paper and then I dip

Jets fool

I bet I do

Yeahh

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Get paid, get paid

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