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Phresh Kyd - Paid Lyrics



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Step one, always know where to get the money
Step two, make sure you separate from the funny
Step three, tell these f*cking haters take a seat
Step four, go back to one and repeat
What's the juug? Call up a finesse. Who you tryna set
Who's the lick? Who you tryna get? Let's go get this check
Let's go get this guap. F*ck an opp. F*ck who tryna stop
Know them cops always tryna cop, let's get them corrupt
Get the work. You can watch me cook, like hibachi grills
Ain't from North Cal', this a cold world, giving chills
Ain't a Rothschild, break the bank, run me all them bills
On the corner, get the coroner, stick 'em for the kill
For the thrill, for the Benjamins, making bigger plans
Bread winners, slacking on your dinner, come and get your man's
Understand, you'll get reprimand, if you're pussy footin'
Better yet, need to make amends for the loss you're brewin'
Shake and move, niggas in the groove, can't know what you do
Especially, niggas with the tea, tryna get your juice
We don't play, with that type of play. F*ck up out my face
Out my way. Bitch I'm 'bout my cake! Nigga what you say
Said I'm tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
We just tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
I got what you want I got what you need
I got what you want and I got what you need, Ay
Ain't no hand-outs, don't ask for the free
No no don't ask for no free shit, uhh
What's the deal? Put you in the field, is you ready
This is not a dream, if you go to sleep, turn to Freddy
Nightmares all on my street, I can't go to bed
Rampant hallucinations, running through my head
Get the bread, don't worry about all that shit, instead
Focus all of your energy into getting fed
Yeah they said, "This is evil's root. Greed's a deadly sin"
But they broke, can't keep self afloat so who really wins
Hustler's ambition, it's American
Go out and take what is yours, then repeat again
F*ck all morals and policies, folks can hate
It's okay, stacks and stacks of hundos can compensate
They can't relate, when you getting cash and they on they ass
When you way ahead and they passed tryna bring you back
We no slack, money on my mind, 24 a day
Out my way, f*ck that extra shit, I'ma get my pay
Said I'm tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
We just tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
I got what you want I got what you need
I got what you want and I got what you need, Ay
Ain't no hand-outs, don't ask for the free
No no don't ask for no free shit, uhh
Step one, always know where to get the money
Step two, make sure you separate from the funny
Step three, tell these f*cking haters take a seat
Step four, go back to one and repeat
Step one, always know where to get the money
Step two, make sure you separate from the funny
Step three, tell these f*cking haters take a seat
Step four, go back to one and repeat
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Step one, always know where to get the money
Step two, make sure you separate from the funny
Step three, tell these f*cking haters take a seat
Step four, go back to one and repeat
What's the juug? Call up a finesse. Who you tryna set
Who's the lick? Who you tryna get? Let's go get this check
Let's go get this guap. F*ck an opp. F*ck who tryna stop
Know them cops always tryna cop, let's get them corrupt
Get the work. You can watch me cook, like hibachi grills
Ain't from North Cal', this a cold world, giving chills
Ain't a Rothschild, break the bank, run me all them bills
On the corner, get the coroner, stick 'em for the kill
For the thrill, for the Benjamins, making bigger plans
Bread winners, slacking on your dinner, come and get your man's
Understand, you'll get reprimand, if you're pussy footin'
Better yet, need to make amends for the loss you're brewin'
Shake and move, niggas in the groove, can't know what you do
Especially, niggas with the tea, tryna get your juice
We don't play, with that type of play. F*ck up out my face
Out my way. Bitch I'm 'bout my cake! Nigga what you say
Said I'm tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
We just tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
I got what you want I got what you need
I got what you want and I got what you need, Ay
Ain't no hand-outs, don't ask for the free
No no don't ask for no free shit, uhh
What's the deal? Put you in the field, is you ready
This is not a dream, if you go to sleep, turn to Freddy
Nightmares all on my street, I can't go to bed
Rampant hallucinations, running through my head
Get the bread, don't worry about all that shit, instead
Focus all of your energy into getting fed
Yeah they said, "This is evil's root. Greed's a deadly sin"
But they broke, can't keep self afloat so who really wins
Hustler's ambition, it's American
Go out and take what is yours, then repeat again
F*ck all morals and policies, folks can hate
It's okay, stacks and stacks of hundos can compensate
They can't relate, when you getting cash and they on they ass
When you way ahead and they passed tryna bring you back
We no slack, money on my mind, 24 a day
Out my way, f*ck that extra shit, I'ma get my pay
Said I'm tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
We just tryna get paid
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin'
Whatchu sellin', Ay
I got what you want I got what you need
I got what you want and I got what you need, Ay
Ain't no hand-outs, don't ask for the free
No no don't ask for no free shit, uhh
Step one, always know where to get the money
Step two, make sure you separate from the funny
Step three, tell these f*cking haters take a seat
Step four, go back to one and repeat
Step one, always know where to get the money
Step two, make sure you separate from the funny
Step three, tell these f*cking haters take a seat
Step four, go back to one and repeat
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Writer: Thomas Brame
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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