[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver]
You already know what it is n***a, Trademark in this b**h n***a
f**ing with my 31st n***a, money second family first n***a
Let's come up with ways to get paid quicker
It ain't nothing for me to split a check with ya
Double up and then its on again, keep it 100 I was born to win
Trying to make it in this world of sin
Make a million when I stroke my pen
Keep a 40 on me hater fall back
This that New Orleans sh** where the squad at
East side where I reside but in Kenner I got family ties
All my homies certified, all they know is ride or die
For real I got my eye on the prize
I'm getting to this money no lie
Clocking in everyday like a 9 to 5
May not come when you call but I'm always on time
One thing about me I don't play about my grind
This truth in my lines, I don't tell you no lies
Came up from nothing now I'm on the rise
Get this money stack it, f** a new ride
Got bigger plans now I'm a grown man, I'm thinking about my future way in advance
Set this trust fund up for my little mans, show him how to turn a dollar into bands
This real life, spit it how I live it get it right
Me and my n***a on a move for this paper, plotting our payday every night
[Hook: Young Roddy]
Plotting our payday every night
Plotting our payday every night
Get it right b**h keep it right
We plotting our payday every night
Plotting our payday every night
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I ain't never chasing no b**hes, I'm only chasing that paper
My homie risking his freedom just to make a little paper
I used to walk around pacing, daydreaming about paper
I grab the dice and I shake 'em, I'm like b**h pay me my paper
I guess them n***as love being broke, you can't get no paper being lazy
I try my best to stay sane, man you know this world can get crazy
My homie fresh out the jail cell but they still got him on papers
And I ain't saying no raw paper when I say I'm burning that paper
I started out without no dough, I had no paper for the cable
Now its paper all on my counter, all on my floor and all on my table
Had a pocket full of that paper running from a trailblazer
I swear to God for a little paper she'll put her hands by her ankles
Tough love n***a tough love, man they hate to see you get paper
I used to play cops and robbers, or either play with my SEGA
Make way n***a make way, I'm dropping bombs like mayday
I spit crack yeah straight crack, when this album drops its payday
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Le$]
Pull up on these n***as feeling higher than an astronaut
Pulled the baddest b**hes even though we didn't have a lot
Never had to ask a lot 'cause I went and did it
If you lazy then I doubt that you would get it, sh**
Told n***as I'm focused now ain't got time for slow motion
Wanna lock me up out the game we kicking doors open, sh**
Only gonna get one life can't waste it all just hopin'
n***as rather just wish for it man what the f** is yall smokin'
Look I barely been getting my sleep, chasing it out on the street
Stacking it up on repeat, f** all the pressure I'm rollin' a sweet
I'm keeping it cool when I'm facing the heat
Ain't seen a top [?] because I had to take the [?]
Never cared no the game ain't fair
Kept it player still smoking big k**a when I'm loaded
You can see it in my eyes that's the only way I show it
New Cadillac is fast I just [?] shift and flow it
Young playa came up and you didn't even notice
[Hook]