50 Cent - Paid lyrics

[Intro: Boosie Badazz] Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone Diamonds on my - d-diamonds on my [Hook; Boosie Badazz] I'm getting paid like a motherf**er Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid I'm getting paid like a motherf**er Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid My dough go Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching My life's a Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching [Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] This is my world, my spot, money in the droptop Couple bad b**hes, couple hundreds in the droptop Young, rich n***a, Corleone, I talk my talk Six different hustles, b**h, I'm eating like the mob Block parties turned to yacht parties Fat knots now we black cardin', I'm a go-getter, n***a Clothing line, gold mine, I done bossed up 50 Cent on my line, n***a, we talk bucks Louis stove, we spent Cutla** in Regus, n***a Stupid dough, I gotta keep me a team of k**ers My crew so big, my car so big My b**h so thick, look how she bling [Hook] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] My bread stacking, boy, I ain't lacking I'm playing mack with your b**h My trap jumping, I clap something Don't f** around with my sh** Got a nasty temper, boy, all winter I'm riding around with my heat On the night shift I got a four fifth I blow a n***a off his feet When I'm riding dirty, got an Uzi with me Got Boosie with me, acting boogie with me Winner j**elry with me, got a shooter with me There ain't nothing n***as 'round can do with me Getting paid like a motherf**er, get bread Switching lanes like a motherf**er, sh** yeah Move the 'caine like it's all legal Hustle like a n***a really still need to Watch it come in back, hit the right jack Stack that, cook it up, watch it come back Right back, watch the crumbs come from the pot Turn into a foreign up the lot Switch gears all year, we getting paper Some b**h n***as hate us We could talk about it later Right now we moving major [Hook] [Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] I'm getting paid like a motherf**er, say that then We went from thugs and old schools to Maybach friends Push start all type of cars, legends laid back in Cold ice in the water, I play nice with my lawyer Beat the case, shocked the nation, up the price for my lawyer I'm my own CEO, I'm an artist, I'm an employer I'm on the run, life good, I'm on a full stomach Ain't Sean John yet, but I'm a young Puffy [Hook]