Lyrics Time To Get Paid - Corleone
Loaded
Get
paid,
you
know
I
ain't
trippin',
you
can
keep
throwin'
shade
We
gon',
you
notice
this
moves
'Til
we
playin',
there's
somethin'
knife
But
I'ma
let
her
speak
for
herself
(look)
I
do
this
shit
like
a
prototype
Hustle
with
all
my
might
Hate
when
they
giving
up
Stay
down
'til
I
get
it
right
These
niggas
wan'
see
me
lose
Bitches
want
me
to
choose
But
I'm
too
high
for
that
My
weed
come
in
different
hues
Smoking
them
sour
flowers
I'm
solid
stuck
to
the
code
Always
gon'
chase
the
money
Never
gon'
chase
the
hoes
No
I
don't
need
no
favors
My
style
got
a
lot
of
flavors
I
know
they
be
plotting
Riding
with
somethin'
that
knock
out
your
cable
Now
you
got
disconnected
So
never
disrespect
it
Groovy
I
heal
'em
all
Somethin'
like
I'm
tylenol
One
day
I'll
get
elected
Lead
'em
until
we
ball
Get
lost
in
familiar
faces
We
sexing
in
different
places
Said
I
could
bring
it
home
She
ain't
fucking
with
no
bases
We
ain't
got
no
time
to
wait
Gotta
make
a
decision
Sitting
on
our
ass
It
ain't
gon'
change
the
way
that
we
living
We
gotta
get
it
Bitch
I'm
in
the
game
to
get
me
a
ticket
We
been
at
it
for
a
minute
Now
it's
time
to
get
paid
It's
niggas
hating,
I
ain't
tripping
You
can
keep
throwing
shade
We
gon'
shine,
we
gon'
grind
'Til
we
riding
in
somethin'
nice
Hustlin',
rocking,
ice
ballin'
Get
a
mansion
in
the
hills
for
the
thrills
Drinking
champagne
gettin'
right
Smokin'
and
shootin'
dice
Laughing
and
living
life
I
do
this
for
my
niggas
in
the
grave
Who
ain't
here
tonight
That's
on
my
soul
I
swear
that
shit
got
me
cold
as
ice
Gotta
know
if
I
don't
live
it
I
won't
put
it
in
a
song
I
don't
rock
with
sucka
niggas
You
ain't
'bout
to
lead
me
wrong
Got
it
out
the
streets
I
get
respect,
my
hustle
strong
Don't
give
a
fuck
about
the
fame
If
it
won't
get
my
money
long
All
alone
'cause
niggas
switchin'
Dabbled
in
different
bitches
Finer
than
caviar
She
livin'
life
like
a
star
Know
I'ma
make
it,
I'm
right
on
time
Like
a
Audemar
Walkin'
this
long
road
Know
that
I'm
getting
far
Nigga
stay
with
the
gas
I
push
it
just
like
a
pedal
Told
baby
roll
up
She
said,
"How
many?"
I'm
thinking
several
Said,
"Daddy
you
ever
leave
Ain't
nobody
gone
take
your
place"
We
like
to
keep
it
real
Ain't
lying
or
saving
face
Fridge
full
of
hard
liquor
I
drown
in
my
sorrows
Came
equipped
with
the
long
game
I
plan
for
tomorrow
If
that
shit
ain't
making
money
Then
it
ain't
making
sense
Gon'
have
to
get
that
shit
in
blood
I
swear
you
ain't
taking
shit
We
been
at
it
for
a
minute
Now
it's
time
to
get
paid
It's
niggas
hating,
I
ain't
tripping
You
can
keep
throwing
shade
We
gon'
shine,
we
gon'
grind
'Til
we
riding
in
somethin'
nice
Hustlin',
rocking,
ice
ballin'
Get
a
mansion
in
the
hills
for
the
thrills
Drinking
champagne
gettin'
right
Smokin'
and
shootin'
dice
Laughing
and
living
life
I
do
this
for
my
niggas
in
the
grave
Who
ain't
here
tonight
That's
on
my
soul
I
swear
that
shit
got
me
cold
as
ice
Hope
one
day
I
see
my
daddy
Not
yet,
not
until
I
make
it
Hope
I
don't
see
a
grave
Before
I
become
your
favorite
Put
this
shit
together
Like
a
plug
do
to
a
socket
And
you
know
that
major
problems
Be
coming
with
major
profits
In
green
world,
your
girl
a
major
bird
And
she
be
flockin'
Playing
both
sides
and
got
you
fooled
That
shit
was
childish
but
I'm
Moving
on,
know
I
gotta
keep
the
strong
'Cause
I
don't
wanna
kill
a
man
I
keep
it
cool,
I'm
in
my
zone
Never
had
it
easy,
shit
we
had
to
make
it
shake
Nigga,
my
mama
was
going
hungry
Made
sure
she
filled
my
plate
Know
I
can't
give
that
back
Really
I
can't
relate
So
I
gotta
get
this
cake
Making
sure
mama
straight
I
been
at
it
for
a
minute
Now
it's
time
to
get
paid
These
niggas
done,
niggas
finished
But
I'm
still
on
this
wave
Far
from
a
rookie
with
this
shit
Mane
I
apply
my
own
game
I'm
on
a
mission,
tunnel
vision
Bitch
I'm
in
my
own
lane
This,
it
is
the
one
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.