Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): David Styles, L Lunnon
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Styles P.Get Paid Lyrics:
Holiday, get some of this motherfuckin' paper around here please?
Shit, I'm fucked up, I ain't the lyin' type
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I told you, I ball for dope
I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin' hauler notes
Spendin' 200 Gs in the fall for coats
You could call me a lotta things but don't call me broke
An' I told you I bust my steel
I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P
You 'bout to fuck up your deal
But I told you, I make my bail
I'm at home in the alcohol bath, tryin' to shake the jail
An' I'm pickin' up my automatics, automatically
I got a bad habit, makin' people mad at me
Dog, I'm just tryin' to get paid
Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run an' get laid
Ten million for the crib, put the gun on the maid
Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal
Got to get my head right 'fore I fly to Brazil
Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up?
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Dog, you'd be pleased to kick it
I'ma call up my NBA niggas, get some season tickets
Catch me in the Skybox in any arena
I won't be happy 'til I cop my niggas 50 medinas
But I'm tryin' to be realistic an' I get really twisted
So I'm settlin' for seventy beamers
Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets
One on one, so I can get some real cake
Tryin' to see my shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self
So you know I'm still pitchin' the boy
An' the niggas need lottery numbers
Charge this some more and the guys freak DeCalis an' Hummers
Blow smoke in the sky 'til the Air Force come
Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones
An' if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin' up
In the record label, tellin' everybody, “Give it up”, what up?
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I kill lemonade peeps
It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri an' the lemonade seats
Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy
Fitted hat, white T an' some Bruno Maglies
Doublin' an' flippin'
You understand, I need a house so big
I need a shuttle to the kitchen
That's why I keep the 45 government edition
The sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat
The big screen is crazy an' I'm lovin the conditions
I got a vision an' it's cash involved
“Can I get paid or you get sprayed?”
It be the only damn question that I'm askin' y'all, what up?
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid?
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
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