Real Paid

Lyrics

Ridin' with the Real Paid
 For the money I could never wait (No)
 Listen close when I say so
 Ain't no dough then we don't converse (Oh)
 Is you ridin' gettin' really paid
 For the money never hesitate
 Big boss, they do what I say so
 Still sliding' around gettin' pesos
 Oldshool on roller blades
 I paid cash you roll a rented (So what)
 Taste so expensive, I sew the seeds, so I reap the benifits (Oh?)
 Im so addicted, I crave cash, I'm codependent
 This beat' premeditated murder
 And I'm on trial as the co-defendant
 I remember being indigent
 In the joint tryna prove a point
 Gettin' spreads brought to my bed every mornin'
 I was born a king everybody know it
 Spittin' poetry. Gettin' paid with soups
 Makin' business cards out paper
 Loose leaf folded
 Tell 'em when I'm out
 Look me up and that's real, I'm signin out
 Gotta' get it now, can't afford to wait
 You need some weight, I'll be on the way
 Get it right away, get it right today
 Get it night or day, get it andale
 It was so brutal, went from eatin' noodles
 Wearin' old pumas
 To a pearl white slab, packed house
 Real Paid gang, now they accommodate
 Ya'll tryna' hit the finish line
 Me, I'm tryna' run the extra mile
 Match one, you can't catch up
 I wont let up, I run an extra 5
 Jay walkin' and jay sparkin'
 Wanna lock me up and wanna testify
 Same girl diggin' in your pockets
 I dig her out, 'cause she dig my style
 Ridin' with the Real Paid
 For the money I could never wait (No)
 Listen close when I say so
 Ain't no dough then we don't converse (Oh)
 Is you ridin' gettin' really paid
 For the money never hesitate
 Big boss, they do what I say so
 Still sliding' around gettin' pesos
 We are not the same and so why compare me
 No time to waste and don't try to play me
 I've been about it. I'm grindin' daily
 It's fuck you, pay me. Now don't mistake me
 I gets it poppin' and gets it shakin'
 I'm not with frontin' I'm paper chasin'
 You bitches hatin'. I'm goin' crazy
 You not about it. Don't try to fade me (Lil' bih)
 Time keeps tickin', So I'm gettin' it
 Used to win a livin', now I'm lookin' for a killin'
 Ten toes down on the road to a million
 Snipe gettin' lost, only thing that they're thinkin'
 When I pop up out of nowhere it's like crack in the kitchen
 Get your ass addicted to the shit that I'm spittin'
 Keep it low key, I can sell a whole key
 You can ask my homie and he can tell you that I'm with it
 Real Paid gang in the field, we don't flex but I rep
 Get a check in this bitch
 If I slip, catch a grip, then I hit
 When I bounce back, hit the Outback
 For the shrimp and the steak and some ribs
 Lil', lil' nigga really know what it is
 Puttin' in work, ain't no rest in the Wicked
 You can catch me on a mission, all night in the city
 Got me plottin' and I'm movin'
 Now you know we stay schemin'
 Ain't no brakes when I ride out, slip and I slide out
 Bitch get on my level
 What the hell you haters cryin' 'bout
 Get up on your hustle, stacking' ruffles 'til I pass out
 I was born to get it. You was raised to get a hand out
 Comin' from the bottom but I stand tall
 Still collectin' everything I came for
 Promise that I can't fall
 Mama raised a g, and I'm glad that I ain't y'all
 Foot up on the gas, no brake, when I take off
 Ridin' with the Real Paid
 For the money I could never wait (No)
 Listen close when I say so
 Ain't no dough then we don't converse (Oh)
 Is you ridin' gettin' really paid
 For the money never hesitate
 Big boss, they do what I say so
 Still sliding' around gettin' pesos
 

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Duration
04:00
Key
4
Tempo
122 BPM

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