Get Paid Lyrics - Singles - Styles

Can Holiday get some of this motherfucking 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 G's in the fall for coats 

You could call me a lot of things but don't call me broke 

And 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 

And 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 and 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 

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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, and 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 

And the niggas need lottery numbers 

Charge this ? freak DeCalis and Hummers 

Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come 

Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones 

And if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin up 

In the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up 

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I kill lemonade peeps 

It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferrari and the lemonade seats 

Face look really Aggy, jeans really baggy 

Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies 

Doublin' and 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 

Sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat 

The big screen is crazy and I'm lovin' the conditions 

I got a vision and 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 

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