Paid Off (feat. Fivio Foreign)

AyoAA

Uh, All of this money paid off
I take a Perc', and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin' if they cough
Man, brand new forty take his face off
Jump in this 'Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco
Make a nigga dance like he was J-Lo

Yeah, gotta get rich (Huh)
You can't party if you not on the list (Nah)
I don't love her, I don't lie to the bitch
All these guns we got inside of the whip (Uh, woo)
Yeah, pull up to the side of your whip (Skrrt)
Huh, shots fired (Baow)
Bullets is firin' out of the clip (Uh)

All of this money paid off
I take a Perc' and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin' if they cough
Man, brand new forty take his face off
Jump in this 'Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco
Make a nigga dance like he was J-Lo

Niggas talkin' this and that, fuck the chitter chat
Bet you I can get him whacked (Grrt)
Bet you if he send them niggas for me
My lil' nigga with me, gonna send him back
'Member when such and such left, ol' boy stuck, I remember that (I do)
We ain't really gonna get into that (I won't)
Niggas know I hate the internet (AyoAA, Baow)
Five years I was locked down
My sixth year was my best year (Huh)
Came home to some fresh gear (Woo)
Had it in 'til the next year ('Til the next year)
In the crib countin' blue faces
I ain't leavin' out until the checks' cleared
No one keep callin' my phone, like bro
Where you at? Too late, the jet here (I'm on my way)
All of my niggas is hitters
They play for the Mets, yeah (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I step up the jets to the check
You know the Patek clear (You know the Patek clear)
If I put this shmoney to my left ear
That's all I hear (That's all I hear)
And my circle is full with some killers
My niggas don't do the squares (Don't do the what?)
When I walk in the room with Givenchy
I bought more than two pairs (Bought more than two pairs)
My niggas be wavin' this tag, they lookin' like, "Who cares?"
And, my niggas be ballin' for real, you niggas can't hoop here
All white inside this Maybach, outside, root beer (Huh? What?)
I'm in the Bentley, the coupe (Skrrt)
I'm 'bout to Fendi the booth (Ooh)
Fifteen hundred for some shoes (Ooh), might go to Jimmy Choo
Pull up with a nigga boo (Ooh, ooh), not because a nigga cute (Huh?)
Pockets on B-I-G, she know I get to the loot (Baow, baow, baow)
She know I play with them tools

All of this money paid off
I take a Perc' and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin' if they cough
Man, brand new forty take his face off
Jump in this 'Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco (Uh)
Make a nigga dance like he was J-Lo (Yeah, look)

Uh, we had to walk in the spot with three letters (Baow)
Niggas givin' me a weak bladder (It is, uh)
I took a Perc' and I breathe faster (Yeah)
That boy only came for a verse, the little cheap bastard
And she answer the questions that we asked her (Yeah)
She answer the questions that we asked her (Uh)
And, I'm smokin' a blunt, the weed master (Uh, yeah)
Gang home (gang home), a nigga front, he gettin' banged on (Baow)
A nigga front, he gettin' banged on (Uh)
Just imagine us both on the same song (Yeah, uh)
And, we got Flex in this bitch (Huh)
We gon' send him every session we did
Yeah look, they know the rules, they know not to diss (Look, huh)
Shooter with me and he know not to miss (Baow)
Ain't know the rules and they go in the whip (Skrrt)
I got it on me (I got it on me, uh, yeah)
And I know I shouldn't be holdin' this shit
I give a fuck if you blowin' your grip (Yeah)
I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' money)
I give a fuck if you, yeah, look (Oh, shit)
I only think bad stuff, uh (I only think bad stuff)
I take a Perc' and get smacked up (I do)
Bitch, it's Fivio Foreign, I'm back up (Uh)
I walk in a room and they back up (Uh)
Them niggas broke, huh (Them niggas broke)
Them niggas tabs up, look (Them niggas tabs up)
Yeah (Yeah), all of the opps are bad luck (Uh, woo)