Lil Keke - Gettin' Paid lyrics

[Hook] Got my mind on this money, cause I gotta stay paid Running into fakers on my journey, everyday Just because, they see a n***a riding high They think that I be slipping, and I don't know why I got this money in my pocket, making moves everyday Laughing at these haters, waving money in they face Even though I know, they really wanna ride I pay em no attention, and they don't know why [Lil' Keke] Hit em up get em up, early in the morning I'm smoking pine and writing rhymes, while n***az still yawning By noon I'm out the do', twenty inches to the flo' Although bidness been slow, this mouthpiece fa sho And I know that no hoe, can interfere with this cash flow That a** we can bash, like gra** begin to grow Zero once mo', had to show up and po' up Unexpectedly blow up, then proceed to sew up b**hes throw up they sick, far gon on my dick I was treated like sh**, until I dropped my first hit Southside baby, won't you scream it if you mean it I done been there done that, 22 young I done seen it Got some plex go on bring it, rap star but I can sing it Twenty G's a show, with eight mo' I can swing it Moving ki's and G's, on down to C.D.'s and LP's Clocking nothing but thee's, doing this thang with ease I'm getting paid [Hook] [Lil' Keke] This the space age playa, let's drift into places Where gangstas turn stars, on the regular basis You don't work you don't eat, lesson one on the street I'm the only man in my mama's eyes, I gotta be on feet But my mystery is complete, in this life long miracle I must confess I been blessed, just to be so lyrical Smoking blunts and pulling stunts, b**h I'm cold as a blizzard I get in to fit in, then blend in like a lizard It's the wizard, steady waving my wand Be calm in the presence, of the hard headed don Switched up on haters, grabbed the sto's and theaters Put the steak on a plate, large estates with the acres Put the punks in the trunks, put the frauds with the fakers Got my grind on, shine on with my paper How can you escape the, lyrical impact That's coming through your chest, your head and your back It's a fact that I stack, count mills to be exact Rap game hall of fame, nothing but awards and placks So where the haters at, so I could squash the chit-chat Born and raised to break hats, and stay strapped with my gat Cream mats in the Lac, chromey 4's be turning Money earning my concerning, plus the weed I'm burning I'm confirming the commission, while you s**ers get played Jam Down it's for real, forever get paid we getting paid [Hook] [Lil' Keke] It's so hard to get rich, but easy to be broke And these toss up's and cross up's, mo' n***az get smoked I'm at the end of the road, transacts for do' When there's a will there's a way, dear God I hope My career don't slow, or fall to something negative Proposition and mission, is to be an executive Cool calm and collected, intellectually respected The body to the rap game, I slowly dissect it I select the category, lyricists Ain't no changing us, dangerous serious I know ya curious, furious with your trigga Your army's busters ball, Jam Down is paid n***az yeah we get paid [Hook - 2x]