Vince Staples — Get Paid

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Get paid
Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip
I been robbin’ since a kid gettin’ paid
Dollars for the rent, get change for the chains
Ay, get paid, get paid
Ay, get paid, get paid
Ay, get paid, get paid
Get paid
Tomorrow never come
I’m on the block all night ’til the sun
Come up, I can sleep when I’m done
Four deep, five seats, three guns
Hopped out nigga, where you from?
Long clip, gun aimed, don’t run
On Crip I need your funds
The money gettin’ low, finna run up in the store
Freaky bitches tryna ho, I’ma put ’em on the stroll
Niggas snitchin’ on the low, never talkin’ on the phone (Hello?)
That’s why them niggas screamin’ Free Big Meech

Not me, nigga fuck police
Split a pig nigga wig for the boy, SD
Money motivated in the LBC, come and holla at me
Get paid
Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip
I been robbin’ since a kid gettin’ paid
Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change
Ay, get paid, get paid
Ay, get paid, get paid
Ay, get paid, get paid
Get paid
Lemme tell you what the OGs told us

Money over bitches, keep your head on your shoulders
Pussy leave a lot of niggas dead if you notice
Big booty cuties be the coldest cobras
Sittin’ in the lawn of the fortress, coolin’
Baby wardrobe, all award show, bougie
Think you could hit that, nigga you stupid
Better getcho racks up ‘fore you start choosin’
Rag on my face, hat on me say Yankees
Safe in the floor, K to ya dome, pay me
Watch where you go flossin’ them gold daytons
Come to the norf, my niggas gon’ caine ’em
Sellin’ cocaine with my daddy out the Days Inn
Nothin’ but a G thang, dollars in the G string
Long as she gon’ make it, she gon’ shake it
Money puttin’ niggas in the Matrix, face it
Get paid
Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip
I been robbin’ since a kid gettin’ paid

Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change
Ay, get paid, get paid
Ay, get paid, get paid
Ay, get paid, get paid
Get paid
Sellin’ pussy on the stroll, uhh
Sellin’ highs for the low, uhh
Runnin’ in somebody home, uhh
Money is the means of control, uhh