Swifty StayPaid - Saditty Lyrics

I'm really saditty all of these niggas stay mad at me
Cause i can't switch up my salary
Why do you hate?
Cause you can't copy my strategy
I'm in the field w the athletes
I jus be breaking the rubber bands
All of the custys stay tapping in
Run up the racks and then flip again
Counting these blues ima money man
I keep them squares outta my circle no i ain't f*cking wit waffle talk
I put two bands up on my feet jus so you can see that my money walk
I'm f*cking that bitch she callin my phone feening
I jus cut her off
Run down
Got ya homeboy leaking
I ain't finna talk
Couple guns and i'm ready to squeeze it
They finna spark
Lighting that boy chest up have him feeling like
Yeah like tony stark
Staypaid that's the fam you see that we get the racks and we spend it all
Diamonds so drippy it's scarring my neck and that shit feeling like shark
I flipped all the packs i did that
From the struggle so yk that i get that
Hate my niggas and yk ima dead that
Staypaid so yk that i sit back
Did it all for my life had to risk that
Seen a thot ima break and ima split that
Got back to the trap jus to flipped dat
Miss the niggas in the grave i can't get back
I'm really saditty all of these niggas stay mad at me
Cause i can't switch up my salary
Why do you hate?
Cause you can't copy my strategy
I'm in the field w the athletes
I jus be breaking the rubber bands
All of the custys stay tapping in
Run up the racks and then flip again
Counting these blues ima money
If it ain't how we gon stack up that bag my nigga then what are we talking bout
I put in pain for the niggas that said they was riding bitch niggas only here for the clout
How you gon change for the money my nigga was jugging caught stains
And ran with the pouch
Smoking on gas in the back of the truck came a long way from cyphin up on da couch
No
I can't be playing no more
I'm jus gonna strive
My niggas gon see that we cannot wait no more
I flipped all the packs and got it right back
Gon stay in the state some more
I hit on ya bitch she sucking it twice then ima hand her off
Pop two more perkys then ima f*ck her raw
Them niggas gon hate we gon rock it off
My niggas got racks we gon stack it all
I stay w the glocks finna pop it off
Got back from the trap w alotta sauce
Keep the grips in the benz then i locked it all
She see that i'm up so she topped it off
D'ed up in the v so i dropped it off
Gave moms all the racks jus to cop it all
I'm really saditty all of these niggas stay mad at me
Cause i can't switch up my salary
Why do you hate?
Cause you can't copy my strategy
I'm in the field with the athletes
I jus be breaking the rubber bands
All of the custys stay tapping in
Run up the racks and then flip again
Counting these blues ima money