Payday

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] You already know what it is nigga, Trademark in this bitch nigga Fucking with my 31st nigga, money second family first nigga Let's come up with ways to get paid quicker It ain't nothing for me to split a check with ya Double up and then its on again, keep it 100 I was born to win Trying to make it in this world of sin Make a million when I stroke my pen Keep a 40 on me hater fall back This that New Orleans shit where the squad at East side where I reside but in Kenner I got family ties All my homies certified, all they know is ride or die For real I got my eye on the prize I'm getting to this money no lie Clocking in everyday like a 9 to 5 May not come when you call but I'm always on time One thing about me I don't play about my grind This truth in my lines, I don't tell you no lies Came up from nothing now I'm on the rise Get this money stack it, fuck a new ride Got bigger plans now I'm a grown man, I'm thinking about my future way in advance Set this trust fund up for my little mans, show him how to turn a dollar into bands This real life, spit it how I live it get it right Me and my nigga on a move for this paper, plotting our payday every night [Hook: Young Roddy] Plotting our payday every night Plotting our payday every night Get it right bitch keep it right We plotting our payday every night Plotting our payday every night [Verse 2: Young Roddy] And I ain't never chasing no bitches, I'm only chasing that paper My homie risking his freedom just to make a little paper I used to walk around pacing, daydreaming about paper I grab the dice and I shake 'em, I'm like bitch pay me my paper I guess them niggas love being broke, you can't get no paper being lazy I try my best to stay sane, man you know this world can get crazy My homie fresh out the jail cell but they still got him on papers And I ain't saying no raw paper when I say I'm burning that paper I started out without no dough, I had no paper for the cable Now its paper all on my counter, all on my floor and all on my table Had a pocket full of that paper running from a trailblazer I swear to God for a little paper she'll put her hands by her ankles Tough love nigga tough love, man they hate to see you get paper I used to play cops and robbers, or either play with my SEGA Make way nigga make way, I'm dropping bombs like mayday I spit crack yeah straight crack, when this album drops its payday [Hook] [Verse 3: Le$] Pull up on these niggas feeling higher than an astronaut Pulled the baddest bitches even though we didn't have a lot Never had to ask a lot 'cause I went and did it If you lazy then I doubt that you would get it, shit Told niggas I'm focused now ain't got time for slow motion Wanna lock me up out the game we kicking doors open, shit Only gonna get one life can't waste it all just hopin' Niggas rather just wish for it man what the fuck is yall smokin' Look I barely been getting my sleep, chasing it out on the street Stacking it up on repeat, fuck all the pressure I'm rollin' a sweet I'm keeping it cool when I'm facing the heat Ain't seen a top fast because I had to take the stairs Never cared no the game ain't fair Kept it player still smoking big killa when I'm loaded You can see it in my eyes that's the only way I show it New Cadillac is fast I just [?] shift and flow it Young playa came up and you didn't even notice [Hook]