Gettin Paid Berner & Curren$y

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Always working to get my aim close to perfect
When it's on, can't be nervous
Gotta figure out how to reverse it
Go on the offensive
Come out the situation the victor and not the victim
This that finger roll, Rod Strickland
Twenty points, twelve assists, I been doin' my shit
Been slinging raps like bricks
Been tried to tell them folks
But now they gotta hear about me poppin' bottles on my sailboat
My location exotic and so is my smoke
If baby girl body real then I might take her home
I got my first mil' and that shit turned me on
Turned me out, couldn't leave the grind alone
Hustle all I think about, knew some scents in my cologne
She spray some on her collarbone, tryna show me what she 'bout
But I'm plotting a heist in my hideout, yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y]
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid