PAID

Lyrics

Yeah yeah I don't give a fuck And it feels so good I don't give a fuck yeah I was raised with a wooden spoon Which felt denser than silver Its contents were hot Thru caring hands delivered I'm grateful and paid in full I love you Mitch But its time I go on my ownnn Verse 1 Heyyy Ahh ha ha Heyy Look, I ain't no little dude I ain't no punk I ain't no child getting ridiculed by swimming pools like "Fool I ain't gon jump" Nah I split your crew like syllables When an imbecile read a word that's a little too difficult For his mental state Kung Lao with the finish move Double the principal off the interest rate Hmm, Thats the power of potential Thats the power I shower on instrumental Mo money mo problems, I'm so sorry I don't subscribe by it let me find out myself Not til I'm post mortem Wrote bout it Locker room shame I ain't changing for nobody You know bout it You nobody Hmm hey And it's our season Saucy got me blowing trees and all the above Hook I was raised with a wooden spoon Which felt denser than silver Its contents were hot Thru caring hands delivered I'm grateful and Paid in Full I love you Mitch But it's time I go… Verse 2 I feel sorry for boys Acting rich but they poor Buying bottles at clubs But they sleep on the floor Its the things we were taught He be singing along How he got a bugatti But can't afford a ford Or get behind a honda Get your life in accord Introduced since the cradle Don't be stuck till the morgue Now i'm killing them all With a red dot Soon as Nate Smith hit record Its a head shot Pop Pop Pop My lord Bring it on bring it on Ohh mi cherie amor She jumping for joy Her true religion Is christian Dior and Louboutin Either or we settling scores We ain't looking for war We just looking to even the score Step inside the court like "yeah bitch I'm here nigga, he's 50 to clear I share with ya, I gotcha I'm sure you finna share with us" Hmm astounding to the sound of the counterclockwise To the houses Where I got them dressed in all black I got em bouncing To the beat make your baby drop downn Hook I was raised with a wooden spoon Which felt denser than silver Its contents were hot Thru caring hands delivered I'm grateful and Paid in Full I love you Mitch But it's time I go on my own two