Do What Pays Ya

Lyrics

(Intro) Yeah, yeah, you know You gotta make money out here today It don't matter how you make your money You know what I'm saying 'Cause we all got to get paid Word is born (Chorus) Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya (Verse 1) When I was young, pimpin' was the shit I knew that when I grew up I would be a part of it Fly clothes, drivin' in Eldorados Fat stacks of dough, everywhere I go Everyone knows my name, so what I'm in a dirty game Somebody gotta keep it sane At least I'm not sticking needles in my arm Or being a kingpin like Don Juan Drinking Dom Pérignon staying smooth Trying to get my cash on, trying to keep the move One step ahead of 5-0 So I can keep this flow, I gotta keep the dirty dough Don't knock the way I get paid 'Cause if I worked at McDonald's I would get played So I be in the street, for the rest of my life Keeping razor sharp like a knife (Chorus) Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya (Verse 2) In '88 I used to sell cocaine at Conway's Made about four grand a day Now this type of loot made me the man I was the target in Murderpan I used to have mad chicks wanna ride the dick I had the flyest of suits, my shit was slick I used to drive around with mad fake friends in my Benz And I was gettin' crazy ends But one day all of that came to an end 'Cause one snitch, flipped up and became a bitch And told 5-0 my moves But I got to win 'cause I never lose Now they think that I might go upstate I'm gonna make it, kid, I still get my papes And when I get out, I'mma still get down Peace to Pablo Escobar and Nino Brown (Chorus) Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya (Verse 3) It seems like in '95 The only way you survive is to get a 9 to 5 But I'mma still try to keep my life fly And manifest life and try to step right And even though my head wants to tell me left I got to try to move on without the petty theft But I still got the hustle in my heart And the streets, will always be a part Of who I be and what I be and what I choose to be I got to still get the money And love the sin of dead presidents And I can't stop because I got to pay my rent (Interlude) So, all the hustlers out there And all the street players You know what I'm saying? And all those trying to move ahead This is all for you You gotta keep getting your dough Whether you're working a job Whether you're walking the streets Whether you out there like that You know what I'm saying? Keep it real, baby! Make money (Chorus) Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya Got to do what pays ya Word to Joe Frazier, got to do what pays ya