It's alright it's okay
Get that money anyway
It's alright it's okay
Bye bye birdie tell a hater go away
How I came up slept till noon every day on the late night
Talk to the moon it would say
It's alright it's okay we can get paid with a trip to the bay
They just want to hear the classics
Little nigga with a passion
Ghetto beach boy at fashion
Take a flick ain't no captions
When you see a nigga laughin'
James Bond in an Aston
All that broke shit is past tense
So please don't ask me what happened
I turned my hobby to a game check
I turned Brodies to some go gettas
Food stamps to a gold member
Real ladies ain't no gold diggers
Jigga man lemonade yo
I need a girl who get paid now
Goin' Dutch on a pound hey
Figaro figaro style
Rolled up hold up
What you gotta say
Show up more bucks
How much can I make
Westside niggas don't know any other way
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get the money every single day
No more landlords no more section 8
Don't phone me if you phony it can wait
Always get it how I love confetti cake
Any walk of life that got a slice can hear my rates
I like my commas in treys
I'll take my zeroes in sixes
And nigga life is a maze
I made dinero religion
I have no fear I'm a Pharaoh
Ain't no caging this nigga
Just chasing change to make some change
Come and sip aged grapes with a nigga
Make cake with a nigga
Kill the KKK with a nigga
Vacay come collect the scene
Maintain with a nigga
Make waves never late with the trigger
When it comes time to finally squeeze
Getting cash for the cache, then I blasé
With some hash and a blonde thing, little Molly
Got a past that'd haunt you, shit it haunt me
Only cure is some cognac, nigga money
Lots of dough, mozzarella
With the sauce, my pizza pie
Got some bitches, call the fellas
Bring some hoes, let's have a night
Cause a problem, cops are called
Pay em off, the law's a lie
I'mma be holding them hundred and fifties
For life
Rolled up hold up
What you gotta say
Show up more bucks
How much can I make
Westside niggas don't know any other way
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get money
Eastside get it too
Northside get money
Southside get it too
Your side get money
My side get it too
Let's Get Paid Video (MV)
Performed By: Warm Brew
Length: 3:47
Written by: Christopher De La Rosa, Jahmiu Yakubu, Jeffrey Saurer, Kevin Saurer, Taylor Wright
Warm Brew - Let's Get Paid Lyrics
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It's alright it's okay
Get that money anyway
It's alright it's okay
Bye bye birdie tell a hater go away
How I came up slept till noon every day on the late night
Talk to the moon it would say
It's alright it's okay we can get paid with a trip to the bay
They just want to hear the classics
Little nigga with a passion
Ghetto beach boy at fashion
Take a flick ain't no captions
When you see a nigga laughin'
James Bond in an Aston
All that broke shit is past tense
So please don't ask me what happened
I turned my hobby to a game check
I turned Brodies to some go gettas
Food stamps to a gold member
Real ladies ain't no gold diggers
Jigga man lemonade yo
I need a girl who get paid now
Goin' Dutch on a pound hey
Figaro figaro style
Rolled up hold up
What you gotta say
Show up more bucks
How much can I make
Westside niggas don't know any other way
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get the money every single day
No more landlords no more section 8
Don't phone me if you phony it can wait
Always get it how I love confetti cake
Any walk of life that got a slice can hear my rates
I like my commas in treys
I'll take my zeroes in sixes
And nigga life is a maze
I made dinero religion
I have no fear I'm a Pharaoh
Ain't no caging this nigga
Just chasing change to make some change
Come and sip aged grapes with a nigga
Make cake with a nigga
Kill the KKK with a nigga
Vacay come collect the scene
Maintain with a nigga
Make waves never late with the trigger
When it comes time to finally squeeze
Getting cash for the cache, then I blasé
With some hash and a blonde thing, little Molly
Got a past that'd haunt you, shit it haunt me
Only cure is some cognac, nigga money
Lots of dough, mozzarella
With the sauce, my pizza pie
Got some bitches, call the fellas
Bring some hoes, let's have a night
Cause a problem, cops are called
Pay em off, the law's a lie
I'mma be holding them hundred and fifties
For life
Rolled up hold up
What you gotta say
Show up more bucks
How much can I make
Westside niggas don't know any other way
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get money
Eastside get it too
Northside get money
Southside get it too
Your side get money
My side get it too
Get that money anyway
It's alright it's okay
Bye bye birdie tell a hater go away
How I came up slept till noon every day on the late night
Talk to the moon it would say
It's alright it's okay we can get paid with a trip to the bay
They just want to hear the classics
Little nigga with a passion
Ghetto beach boy at fashion
Take a flick ain't no captions
When you see a nigga laughin'
James Bond in an Aston
All that broke shit is past tense
So please don't ask me what happened
I turned my hobby to a game check
I turned Brodies to some go gettas
Food stamps to a gold member
Real ladies ain't no gold diggers
Jigga man lemonade yo
I need a girl who get paid now
Goin' Dutch on a pound hey
Figaro figaro style
Rolled up hold up
What you gotta say
Show up more bucks
How much can I make
Westside niggas don't know any other way
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get the money every single day
No more landlords no more section 8
Don't phone me if you phony it can wait
Always get it how I love confetti cake
Any walk of life that got a slice can hear my rates
I like my commas in treys
I'll take my zeroes in sixes
And nigga life is a maze
I made dinero religion
I have no fear I'm a Pharaoh
Ain't no caging this nigga
Just chasing change to make some change
Come and sip aged grapes with a nigga
Make cake with a nigga
Kill the KKK with a nigga
Vacay come collect the scene
Maintain with a nigga
Make waves never late with the trigger
When it comes time to finally squeeze
Getting cash for the cache, then I blasé
With some hash and a blonde thing, little Molly
Got a past that'd haunt you, shit it haunt me
Only cure is some cognac, nigga money
Lots of dough, mozzarella
With the sauce, my pizza pie
Got some bitches, call the fellas
Bring some hoes, let's have a night
Cause a problem, cops are called
Pay em off, the law's a lie
I'mma be holding them hundred and fifties
For life
Rolled up hold up
What you gotta say
Show up more bucks
How much can I make
Westside niggas don't know any other way
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get the money every single day
Westside get money
Eastside get it too
Northside get money
Southside get it too
Your side get money
My side get it too
Writer: Christopher De La Rosa, Jahmiu Yakubu, Jeffrey Saurer, Kevin Saurer, Taylor Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group