paid in full

Lyrics

[Intro: Rollin Thrax] Hey (I got mad stacks) Hey Hey (I got mad stacks) Hey (I got mad stacks) Hey [Verse 1: Rollin Thrax] Where my back pack at? I been carrying these niggas, damn, my back hurt Lil' boy, what's the matter? Yeah, I'm adding this money, I got my math up I'm finna spaz in this bitch, back up I'm just throwing cash up I be walking out Second Street with the bags on me Pulling denims off the rack And you know it hurt my feelings when you end up saying that Why you changing up your actions? You could really save that I'm making exchanges, some niggas can't say that It's embarrassing Bitch, I'm one of none, done shown that there's no comparison And the checks keep coming, that's why I act so arrogant Free bro out the slam, got a wire once his case is clear I done seen my own niggas nod off too many pills I been pulling Os out the box, watch it disappear Shе too comfortable tryna find a way to split from her Can't mix business with plеasure Bitch, my life is like a movie, I'm the living director And I'm dripped from the neck up Made a milli' off one song and I ain't put in no effort [Verse 2: SouthSideSilhouette] I can't spare the bitch Always keep it honest with you Know that when you talking to me Honey, I been on a mission All the motion make 'em sicker Can't answer, they on delivered And it be that simple Niggas crashed out like cymbals Two on me like akimbo Damn, my life been feeling different I sit up in pents though Came from kicking in bandos Don't care, can't get me cancelled Hit the beat with that uppercut Got a bad bitch feeling on me while I'm feeling on her butt Getting money when I'm lonely, this the only thing I trust If we ain't talking 'bout bucks, what the fuck is we discussing? Damn, my heart been on percussion Beating hard just for the hustle When I speak up, it get disgusting These niggas be too quick to judge Never cared, I be like fuck it This shit came down right to us Rolled it, pearled it, damn I must've Yerky bean, it look like mustard Beat so hard give 'em concussions They waiting on my eruption So I'ma give it to 'em Everything is paid in full Niggas broke, that's what'll do it That's why they be hating for Making hits, this shit be fluent I got like a million more Make her cream like Ben & Jerry's And ice cream up on the stones Bitch stoned up like cemetery Nigga, can you hear my clearly? Ooh, clearly not My pockets got knots And I got more waiting for me once I hit the spot This beamer got plenty horses, color look like Wock' Skrrting out the lot