Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy - Payday lyrics

[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]