Turn me up, turn my mic up
Turn my mic up, turn my mic up
Turn my mic up..
[Hook - 2x]
I'm a paid n***a, live my life
On the streets, from the cradle to the grave n***a
I'm a made n***a, got no time for you b**hes
And you bustas, I'm a paid n***a
[C-Note]
I'm a paid n***a, living laid n***a
Candy sprayed Escalade, valet n***a
Slamming foreign do's, jamming foreign hoes
See me spo'ting nothing but ice, man I'm feeling cold
I'm a South boy, you run your mouth boy
40 caliber'll, take a n***a out boy
Still pimping, platinum albums we shipping
Got them girls in the club, steady stripping
We still gripping grain, we still swang and bang
Got that new Hummer 2, with that wide frame
Kicking like Shenobi, n***az say they know me
I be balling like I'm playing, next to Shaq and Kobi
n***a pa** the do-di, cause mayn I'm going off
Just spent a quarter mill, on that new house
This the new South, coming with the blue frost
First n***a, in the hood with the blue mouth
[Hook - 2x]
[C-Note]
Still living lavish, still got to have it
Just like a fat rabbit, gotta have them carrots
Three in my ear, twenty on my arm
Ten in my teeth, fifteen on my charm
Johnnie hooked me up, labels look me up
The way we shine down South, got em shooken up
Burberry Jags, Burberry rags
4-4 mag, make my Burberry sag
Steady dropping heat, n***az can't compete
Got the new Navigator, with the fold out seats
Banging Chris beats, flowing on a platinum mic
I'm in the studio, staying up all night
Back to back n***a, platinum tracks n***a
Gotta stack mo' figgas, like my name was Jigga
I keep sh** knocking, so quit baller blocking
Trying to stack mo' paper, then the Johnnie Cochran
[Hook - 2x]
[C-Note]
Look at the Benz look at the house, Gucci seats Gucci couch
Man I think I'm balling out, the way my screens be falling out
Like them diamonds I be shining, like the Clipse it got me grinding
Bet this year I'll make a mill, way before I get the deal
Wood wheel gripping steel, coming down with the bumping grill
Blowing k** we keep it trill, I know they hate but we keep it real
I'm a G I know, and my trunk on glow
And if them boys want a show, I'm ten G's or mo'
Stacking paper tall, as if them scrapers dog
What you want I got it all, I'm making paper dog
Stack them D's (stack them D's), sell em cheap (sell em cheap)
Never tell, is the code of the streets
I'm a paid n***a, sitting on blades n***a
Got the crib with the maid n***a, automatic shades n***a
Made n***a, never been a slave n***a
I'm a brave n***a, pop trunk wave n***a
[Hook - 2x]