Paid Off

Uh
All of this money paid off
I took a Perc’ and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin’ if they call
Man, brand new .40 take his face off
Jump in this ‘Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco
Made that nigga dance like he was J Lo
Yeah, gotta get rich (huh)
You can’t party if you not on the list (nah)
I don’t love her, I don’t lie to the bitch
All these guns we got inside of the whip
Uh (woo), yeah
Pull up to the side of your whip, huh (skrrt)
Shots fired (baow)
Bullets is firin’ out of the clip
Uh
All of this money paid off
I took a Perc’ and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin’ if they call
Man, brand new .40 take his face off
Jump in this ‘Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco
Made that nigga dance like he was J Lo
Niggas talkin’ this and that, fuck the chitter chat
Bet you I can get him whacked (grrt)
Bet you if he send them niggas for me
My lil’ nigga with me, gonna send him back (my lil’ nigga with me gon’ what?)
‘Member when such and such left, ol’ boy stuck, I remember that (I do)
We ain’t really gon’ get into that (I won’t)
Niggas know I hate the internet (baow)
Five years I was locked down
My sixth year was my best year (huh)
Came home to some fresh gear (woo)
Headin’ in to the the next year (’til the next year)
In the crib countin’ blue faces
I ain’t leavin’ out until the check’s cleared (’til the check’s cleared)
No one keep callin’ my phone
Like bro, where you at, two-way, the jet here (I’m on my way)
All of my niggas is hitters
We play for the Mets here (baow, baow, baow, baow)
I step up off jets to the check
You know the Patek clear (know the Patek clear)
If I put this shmoney to my left ear, that’s all I hear (that’s all I hear)
And my circle was full with some killers
My niggas don’t do the squares (don’t the what?)
When I walk in the room with Givenchy
I bought more than two pair (bought more than two pairs)
My niggas be wavin’ this TEC
They lookin’ like, “Who cares?” (They lookin’ like, “Who cares?”)
And, my niggas be ballin’ for real
You niggas can’t hoop here (you niggas can’t hoop here)
All white inside this Maybach, outside root beer (outside, what?)
I’m ’bout to Bentley the coupe (skrrt)
I’m ’bout to Fendi the boot (ooh)
Fifteen hundred for some shoes might go to jimmy choo
Pull up with a nigga boo, not because a nigga cute
Pockets on B-I-G, she know I get to the loot (baow, baow, baow)
She know I play with them tools
Uh
All of this money paid off
I took a Perc’ and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin’ if they call
Man, brand new .40 take his face off
Jump in this ‘Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco (uh)
Made that nigga dance like he was J Lo (yeah, look)
Uh, we had to walk in the spot with three letters (baow)
Niggas givin’ me a week bladder (yeah, yeah)
I took a perc’ and I breath faster (yeah)
40K for a verse, little cheap bastard
If she answer the questions that we ask her (yeah)
Answer the questions that we ask her
Uh, and I’m smokin’ a blunt, the weed master (uh-yeah)
Uh, yeah, gang home (gang home)
A nigga front, he gettin’ banged on (baow)
A nigga front, he gettin’ banged on
Just imagine us both on the same song (yeah, uh)
And, we got Flex in this bitch (huh)
We gon’ send him every session we did
Yeah look, they know the rules and they know not to diss
Look, huh, shooter with me and he know not to miss (baow)
It ain’t no rules when they go in the whip
I got it on me (got it on me) (huh, yeah)
And I know you see me holdin’ this shit
I give a fuck if you blowin’ your grip
I give a fuck if you blowin’ your grip
I’m gettin’ money (look, I’m gettin’ money)
I give a fuck if you, yeah, look
I only think bad stuff, huh (I only think bad stuff)
I take a Perc’ and get smacked up
Bitch, it’s Fivio Foreign I’m back up (uh)
I walk in a room and they back up
Them niggas broke (Them niggas broke)
Them niggas tabs up, look (them niggas tabs up)
Yeah (yeah)
All of the opps are bad luck, uh (woo)