[intro]
[indigo, ok embasin]
Uh, watching the sun come up right now (no cap)
Uh, uh, no cap
[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these niggas funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid
[Verse 1]
And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid (Yeah)
And these niggas still gon' hate, yeah, and my fans still gon' rage
And I still put that sht on every single day, oh yеah
And I'm still rollin' real deal cool, like I'm in a Wraith
That boy rollin' up rеal deal boof, nigga smoking mid
That shit ain't okay
Still throwin' up real deal racks through the roof
Every single day I'm paid
Still riding round the city, and I'm in the coupe, nigga yeah
You know my fuckin' face
Switching up like rubix cubes, these niggas fake
Real deal slime, only hang with snakes
Niggas gettin' lapped like this shit a race
Got your bitch on my lap, and she tell me what she want
Nigga like I'm playing [?]
Bitch, every single day a Saturday
I can only say this shit so many ways
Got to go and get it, got to make a way
I don't know if these niggas think I'm playin'
Thought I told these niggas that I do not play
It's obvious, they not hearing what I'm saying
Grey hair, Ultra AC Super Saiyan
[?] foreign drip, but still hating
Me and my twin got the same shoes
But they different shades, yeah we paid
Hop up on the track bitch, and then I slay it
Had a little bad bitch and I slayed her
Real rockstar, something just like Slayer
Really might just thrash your bitch up like a skater
[indigo, ok embasin]
Uh, watching the sun come up right now (no cap)
Uh, uh, no cap
[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these niggas funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid
[Verse 1]
And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid (Yeah)
And these niggas still gon' hate, yeah, and my fans still gon' rage
And I still put that sht on every single day, oh yеah
And I'm still rollin' real deal cool, like I'm in a Wraith
That boy rollin' up rеal deal boof, nigga smoking mid
That shit ain't okay
Still throwin' up real deal racks through the roof
Every single day I'm paid
Still riding round the city, and I'm in the coupe, nigga yeah
You know my fuckin' face
Switching up like rubix cubes, these niggas fake
Real deal slime, only hang with snakes
Niggas gettin' lapped like this shit a race
Got your bitch on my lap, and she tell me what she want
Nigga like I'm playing [?]
Bitch, every single day a Saturday
I can only say this shit so many ways
Got to go and get it, got to make a way
I don't know if these niggas think I'm playin'
Thought I told these niggas that I do not play
It's obvious, they not hearing what I'm saying
Grey hair, Ultra AC Super Saiyan
[?] foreign drip, but still hating
Me and my twin got the same shoes
But they different shades, yeah we paid
Hop up on the track bitch, and then I slay it
Had a little bad bitch and I slayed her
Real rockstar, something just like Slayer
Really might just thrash your bitch up like a skater
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