Trizz - The Sound of Paypal lyrics

[Verse 1: Trizz] Headphones got ba** in'em Hands out wit my face in'em My nerves bad I can't feel it I'm so mad I stay livid I stay trippin I hate n***as I hate people I hate b**hes Born and raised around fake n***as That talk sh** but won't fade n***as f** love no hand outs All black don't stand out I'm low key so don't fan out Keep my damn name outcha damn mouth Pull up quick to yo damn house GPS out the damn route I hop out go head up I hop back in then stab out When the beef cook I'm first to eat First to trip I'm first to creep I'm first to move I'm first to speak I'm first to choose who get put to sleep My n***as is shiesty but they with business Yo n***as gone start it my n***as gone finish My n***as retarded and don't really get it So f** who the hardest of n***as done did it [Hook: Trizz] It's crazy a n***a got fans now Cuz n***as be gettin this bread now Pull up and I get a band now I need it all in my hand now now I'll lay that man down Hop out and take what I can pal You n***as is trippin so stand down And get up and go get them Feds now And get up and go get them Feds now [Verse 2: Chuuwee] Money got me in a somber tone Anywhere she go i wanna go Take a flight to make a buncha dough Stuntin on em in these summer clothes Maybe i could buy an atmosphere Really i just wanna chain the globe Have the world on lockdown They f**in wit me every place we go You just all talk and felatio To make it out a small ratio I was praying at night i could taste a check I'm still pouring it out for my kinfolks They holdin' grudges 'cause im back in business You'll never know the taste of paying shows Tryna cool it 'cause i hate to boast Gla** high ima make a toast I promise to hop out of something foriegn Shining till the whole bezel broke I live buy the code of the honor system You talkin to people who ain't the folks Through hell and high water trying to get it It never could f** up my conscious tho Got to learn to try this patience sh** Investing in you is the biggest goal [Hook: Trizz] It's crazy a n***a got fans now Cuz n***as be gettin this bread now Pull up and I get a band now I need it all in my hand now now I'll lay that man down Hop out and take what I can pal You n***as is trippin so stand down And get up and go get them Feds now And get up and go get them Feds now [Verse 3: Mark Battles] Life's crazy ain't it No complaining just maintain it Bread elevens with my chain dangle n***as wild and they gang bangin Life is pain you ain't sayin much Talking funds we can stay in touch Kinda young but don't play with us Ain't into all that ladies stuff n***a money talks like Chris Tucker Fiz bundle and big hundreds??? Bubble gum but when that rain coming Selling Chuuwee like Trizz brother Run the game for like 10 summers No dance music better call Mustard Burn the bridge then crawl under No idolize and we all coming If you bark you better ??? some Laid back but they all thuggin n***as trap you down like Paul Bunyan (or Paul Bunyun) Throw the threes we're all rugged Keep your hand on that Paul's bu*ton??? I'm just stayin chill Thanking God cuz he made me real On the grind just pay the bills Battles