paroles de chanson 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