Get Paid

Lyrics

[Intro: Trademark] Yeah Jet Life Jet set, nothing less Uh-huh [Verse 1: Trademark] I'm talking oceans in the back, front reserved for Porsches Highed up focused on my fortunes, a real G I'm tryna ball, I want it all, fuck a portion Money in my pocket, more stacks than a fortress Up early everyday, I'm tryna flip, I need more of it Gotta get it now, will I see tomorrow? I ain't sure of it Overdue it's 'bout that time, I deserve a lick I'm trying to see something slick, I really came from nothing though Still I stand tall, pockets thick, fitted sitting low Twisting with my chick out the manor in front of gettin' gold She ain't a gold digger, but love how daddy get this dough Real nigga, hear it in my words plus my actions show Nothing less I'm a Jet so I'm sending threats To these suckers hating on my name cause I'm next Protected by the planes, JLR family crest Mama fall back from them lames and fly with the best [Chorus: Curren$y] Yeah, get paid Get paid, my nigga get paid Yeah, get paid (Get paid) Get paid, my nigga get... (Paid) paid Get paid (get paid) Get paid, my nigga get... paid (Yeah) Get paid Get paid, my nigga [Verse 2: Curren$y] Never underestimate the other guy's greed Game given from a snake indeed I still take heat, keep the force what you stuck adhesive Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it Baby girl, them your people Well lose them dudes, your home girl and them cool We makin' moves like when throwback rap albums had interludes We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie To bring them instrumentals through Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars, I did it partner Too much of a scholar to ever live in squalor Scissors beats paper, unless we talking 'bout them paper dollars I'm in there like I live there What took you so long, baby girl, I been here Tryna lose your man, he a square, huh? I don't even know if it's fair, ma Fuck it though you living in the same world I'm in Dirty but that money make it spin [Chorus: Curren$y] Yeah, get paid Get paid, my nigga get paid Yeah, get paid (Get paid) Get paid, my nigga get... (Paid) paid Get paid (get paid) Get paid, my nigga get... paid (Yeah) Get paid Get paid, my nigga [Verse 3: Young Roddy] I hustle hard 'til I'm dead, or locked behind bars I'm a Jet member, we about a different set of laws Roddy trap hard, ain't no time for fucking off It's a scary game but am I scared, not at all I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall Cause them days with no weed way tougher than them all Still spitting these trill bars free of charge And them niggas don't give a fuck, they cold hearted That's cold blooded, especially in New Orleans Just trying to make it out this maze that I been lost in I rep my set from the stage to the coffin School of hard knock, I learned to read between the margins But real shit so many problems I deal with And I thank God for Mary Jane, that good piff Bet I won't quit stacking my bread, flipping my chips I double count my paper then I dip Jets fool, I bet I do [Chorus: Curren$y] Yeah, get paid Get paid, my nigga get paid Yeah, get paid (get paid) Get paid, my nigga get... (paid) paid Get paid (get paid) Get paid, my nigga get... paid (Yeah) Get paid Get paid, my nigga