Shawty Paid Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] DY Krazy He is crazy, shit is crazy Yeah [Chorus] Real trap nigga on a yacht I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop I'm buyin' guns up with my profit, homie, don't get shot I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic, gave your bitch a job And these niggas tryna copy, but they out of style Pull up and vanish, slide the door back, my lil' niggas wild I told this bitch this ain't a Kodak, put my jewelry down I got too many bitches on me, in and out of town [Verse 1] Dolce, hit 'em with a fee, done came in this bitch flee Don't leave your lady 'round me, homie, I might break her knee Got Louis V up on my tee, a hundred fuckin' cheap And all my hundreds are fixed up, I like my money neat (Damn) [Interlude] Like my money neat My freak up in my sheets Farfetched, 1-0-1-7 Eatin', I'm hot [Verse 2] Damn, I just broke the scale These niggas lyin' in they rap, they never sold bales Swear they was all up in the trap, these niggas goin' to Hell I got two hundred in my closet, think I got the bail With my niggas, got six Glocks, we all in Bloomingdales Pull up the truck, beat and go crazy, Forgi with fifth wheel Ain't no pacifist, he dissin', I can't let him live Got his bitch backseat of Rover, hand in ponytail You would think he played some sports because he caught the shells [Chorus] Real trap nigga on a yacht I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop I'm buyin' guns up with my profit, homie, don't get shot I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic, gave your bitch a job And these niggas tryna copy, but they out of style Pull up and vanish, slide the door back, my lil' niggas wild I told this bitch this ain't a Kodak, put my jewelry down I got too many bitches on me, in and out of town