Testo Get Paid - Young Dolph
Testo della canzone Get Paid (Young Dolph), tratta dall'album Shittin On The Industry
(Renegade)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
(Paper Route Empire) it's Dolph
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (uh-huh)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (go get the money, nigga)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (yup)
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big that it came with a maid (dope boy)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (it's Dolph)
Rule number one (what's that?), get the money first (okay)
Rule number two (what?), don't forget to get the money (ay)
Play by these rules and everything will be okay (yup)
Still in my trap flippin' my Frito-Lays (hey, hey)
Go get the money, it ain't nothing else important to me (nah)
I showed her a Xanax, she hurried up and took it (whoo)
I fucked her so good, she got up and started cookin' (damn)
Rolling up big blunts out a pound of Cookies
If you ain't got 40 bands, then you can't book me (nope)
Pulled up on the side your bitch, she wouldn't stop lookin'
That bitch good as tooken (yup), good as gone (gone)
I guarantee tonight, my nigga, that bitch ain't comin' home
I got money to count (dope boy), I got bitches to fuck (yup)
I got packs to flip (for real), pistols to bust (bah)
When I was small, I ain't have nothin' (damn)
Started sellin' dope and prayed to God for a plug
He showed up and said (Paper Route Empire)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (uh-huh)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (go get the money, nigga)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (yup)
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big that it came with a maid (dope boy)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, nigga (yeah), get paid, bitch (yeah)
You on some rich nigga shit, we on the same shit (for real)
Me and my Memphis Grizzly partners fuck the same bitches (what?)
The only difference is I'm a trap nigga
Don't you hear it in my voice when I rap, nigga? (Yeah)
On South Beach with E-Feezy throwing stacks, nigga (whoo)
Turnt to the max, nigga (it's Dolph), facts, nigga (yeah)
She met me for the first time, didn't know how to act, nigga
Double-R parked in my motherfuckin' front yard
Trap jumpin' like the motherfuckin' Million-Man March
If she ain't got a fat ass, then she can't get up in this car
I can tell if that ass real or fake by how she walk (it's Dolph)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (uh-huh)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (go get the money, nigga)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid (yup)
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big that it came with a maid (dope boy)
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Johnson, Aldolph Thomas Jr
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