Cuba OG - Paid (EJ's Song) Lyrics

I gots to get paid and that's with no doubt
You talk about money imma air this bitch out
I gots to get paid

Look
Big faces never lie they always tell the truth
So what it mean when a Lincoln tell me to do you
That means I'm rubbing less than two nickels
From a street niggas will die just to kill you
And they been hustlin all day with a belly on empty
So what's life when it comes to you
They will lose it all just to f*ckin be you
So what's 20,000 when it's between me and you
Nothin so you should prolly say your grace
Cause in the heat of the struggle you could die today
Get carried by 6 or let 12 judge away
Cause it's him or you 9 o'clock news today
But I ain't talkin bout nothin
Ever see me stressing prolly up to something
And never f*ckin question what I have done
Real niggas don't tell for real

I gots to get paid and that's with no doubt
You talk about money imma air this bitch out
I gots to get paid

Lost some real niggas from death to the prison system
Some made bad moves and others bad decisions
A growling stomach could formulate bad business
But who falls victim when trigger fingers is itchin
You I lost an OG
Before this rap shit and before I was 43
A nigga was a fugitive but I had to eat
I remember buying em burner phones from Walgreens
Check the scale twice I'm not giving hook ups
I was going point for point for em knicks Chauncy Billups
And I ain't saying who was there but trust me I was there
I had the block sealed up like some Tupperware
On mamas I was grinding for real
I swear to god I should've been killed
If you look in my eyes you will see that this grind is for real
And I don't plan on going nowhere

I gots to get paid and that's with no doubt
You talk about money imma air this bitch out
I gots to get paid