Paid In Full Dame D.O.L.L.A. (Ft. Tobe Nwigwe)

[Intro]
(Hold up)

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
They can't do it the way I do it
Move 'round this bitch fluid
Birkin bags and feet up on the wood when I get to it
Levels to this game, you know the name, a chess player
I got 'bout as much fold in me as I got chest hair, that's none, nigga
You bum niggas best bow down
Only real when we chow down
I can't think of any time a lame been in our powwow
We thoroughbred, from a king line, that's big thanks to Uncle O
Get the bills like Buffalo, what we got, we hustle for
I bleed the game and breathe the game
Lillard U don't breed the same
You IG, no ID, that's a whole crisis, Jesus chain
I tweaked the lane, made All-Stars and max money
I pay M's in tax money
Got no friends, nigga act funny
All my dogs on path, but they ain't rich, we tryna build that
Motherfuckers sad, painting "if"s and I don't feel that
Never keep it real, but turn around and say it's real rap
Ain't nothin' I ain't skilled at, layers when I peel back, bitch

[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A. & Tobe Nwigwe]
This that meet me outside, this that family 'til I die
This that MJ 45, run the bases and I'm back
This that travel, never pack, fill the jet with Louis bags
This that happy that they mad, we too rich out here to flash
This that I been up for days, too many memories I gotta save
This that hope these niggas play, bein' dumb don't make you brave
Built a house, look like a maze, I just met another maid
Gang fightin' over the bill, everybody gettin' paid
Everybody gettin' paid
Everybody gettin' paid
Everybody gettin' paid
(Uh, uh, look)
Everybody gettin'—