i'm talking oceans in the back
front reserved for porsche's
money in my pockets more stacks than a fortress
up early everyday i'm try'na flip
will i see tomorrow i ain't sure of it
i'm try'na see something slick
i really came form nothing though
pockets thick fitted sittin low
twisting with my chick out the man in front of getting gold
she ain't a gold digger but love her daddy get this dough
real nigga's hear it in my words
nothing less i'm a jet so i'm sendin threats
to these suckers hating on my name cause i'm next
mama fall back form them lames and fly with the best
get paid my nigga get paid
never underestimate the other guys greed
game given from a snake indeed
keep the force with you stuck adhesive
fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
your homegirl and them cool
we making moves like when throwback rap albums had in to lose
we used to chill at the crib waiting for homie to bring them instrumentals through
mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
i'm in there like i live there
what took you so long baby girl
try'na lose your man he a square huh
i don't even know if it's fair ma
fuck it though you livin in the same i'm in
get paid my nigga get paid
i hustle hard till i'm dead
i'm never locked behind bars
i'm jet member we live by a different set of laws
roddy trap hard ain't no time for fuckin off
it's a scary game but i'm not scared
i'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
cause some days where we know we way tougher than them all
still spitting these trill bars free of charge
and them niggas don't give a fuck they cold hearted
just try'na make it out this maze that i've been lost in
i rep my set from the stage to the coffin
school of hard knocks i learn to read between the margin
but real shit so many problems i deal with
and i thank god for mary jane that good piff
but i won't quit stackin my bread counting my chips
i double count my paper and then i dip
get paid my nigga get paid