March Madness Skilla Baby

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[Intro]
(Push that shit out, Skilla)
Whatever get me paid
Whatever get me paid (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Huh?
[Verse 1]
I'ma do whatever get me paid (Ayy)
If I don't do nothin' else, the money gettin' made (Gettin' made)
It's always the broke niggas tryna throw shade (Ayy)
Put a two on a one, man, I call this shit K (Call it K)
Yellow cocaine look like piss or lemonade (Ayy)
Everything funny 'til them bitches come and raid (Ayy)
Fifty in the safe, man, the money gettin' saved (Ayy)
Brought the E pills to the show, I'm finna start a ravе (Huh?)
I don't really kick it with these niggas, thеy be lame (Huh?)
You are now tuned in to the realest in the game (Ayy)
Steppin' on the boy, tryna put him in the game (Huh?)
And I still can't believe everybody know my name, huh? (Ayy)
I'm still really in the field bein' a thot (Ayy)
Good dope make all the junkies wanna come shop (Ayy)
I threw sex in the pot, turned soft to a rock (Ayy)
Hit a nigga top for playin' with my top (Huh?)
[Chorus]
She the finest woman in the country (Huh?)
She just don't look better than the money (Huh?)
I go get it, she gon' save it for me (Huh?)
She ask me what I love, I say, "The hustle" (Huh?)
Hallowed be thy name, I came from nothin' (Huh?)
I could show my ass, but I stay humble (Huh?)
Grew up tryna sell dope like my uncle (Huh?)
You don't wanna see me win, then fuck you (Huh?)
She the finest woman in the country (Huh?)
She just don't look better than the money (Huh?)
I go get it, she gon' save it for me (Huh?)
She ask me what I love, I say, "The hustle" (Huh?)
Hallowed be thy name, I came from nothin' (Huh?)
I could show my ass, but I stay humble (Huh?)
Grew up tryna sell dope like my uncle (Huh?)
You don't wanna see me win, then fuck you