Styles P - Get Paid lyrics

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Styles P - Get Paid lyrics

Can Holiday get some of this motherf**ing paper around here please? sh**, I'm f**ed up I ain't the lyin type [Brodhead Kids] Can I get paid I'm just tryin to make some cash I'm just tryin to make some cash [Verse 1] I told you I ball for dope I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin' Hall & Oates Spendin 200 G's in the fall for coats You could call me alotta things but don't call me broke And I told you I bust my steel I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to f** up your deal But I told you I make my bail I'm at home in the alcohol bath tryin to shake the jail And I'm pickin up my automatics, automatically I got a bad habit makin' people mad at me Dog, I'm just tryin to get paid Cop some j**els too, act like a fool too, run and get laid Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal Got to get my head right 'fore I fly to Brazil Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up [HOOK: The Brodhead Kids] Can I get paid I'm just tryin to make some cash I'm just tryin to make some cash Can I get paid I'm just tryin to make some cash I'm just tryin to make some cash [Verse 2] Dog, you'd be pleased to kick it I'mma call up my NBA n***as get some season tickets Catch me in the skybox in any arena I won't be happy til I cop my n***as 50 medinas But I'm tryin to be realistic, and I get really twisted So I'm settlin for seventy beamers Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets One on one so I can get some real cake Tryin' to see my sh** in the Forbes, Trump Tower for 'self So you know I'm still pitchin the boy And the n***as need lottery numbers Charge this ?? freak DeCalis and Hummers Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones And if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin up In the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up [HOOK] [Verse 3] I k** lemonade peeps It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri and the lemonade seats Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Magli's Doublin and flippin You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen That's why I keep the 45 government edition Sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat The big screen is crazy and I'm lovin the conditions I got a vision and it's cash involved Can I get paid, or you get sprayed It be the only damn question that I'm askin y'all, what up [HOOK]