Shawty Paid Intro lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
DY Krazy
He is crazy, sh*t is crazy
Yeah

[Chorus]
Real trap n*gga on a yacht
I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop
I'm buyin' guns up with my profit, homie, don't get shot
I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic, gave your b*tch a job
And these n*ggas tryna copy, but they out of style
Pull up and vanish, slide the door back, my lil' n*ggas wild
I told this b*tch this ain't a Kodak, put my jewelry down
I got too many b*tches on me, in and out of town

[Verse 1]
Dolce, hit 'em with a fee, done came in this b*tch flee
Don't leave your lady 'round me, homie, I might break her knee
Got Louis V up on my tee, a hundred f*ckin' cheap
And all my hundreds are fixed up, I like my money neat (Damn)

[Interlude]
Like my money neat
My freak up in my sheets
Farfetched, 1-0-1-7
Eatin', I'm hot
[Verse 2]
Damn, I just broke the scale
These n*ggas lyin' in they rap, they never sold bales
Swear they was all up in the trap, these n*ggas goin' to Hell
I got two hundred in my closet, think I got the bail
With my n*ggas, got six Glocks, we all in Bloomingdales
Pull up the truck, beat and go crazy, Forgi with fifth wheel
Ain't no pacifist, he dissin', I can't let him live
Got his b*tch backseat of Rover, hand in ponytail
You would think he played some sports because he caught the shells

[Chorus]
Real trap n*gga on a yacht
I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop
I'm buyin' guns up with my profit, homie, don't get shot
I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic, gave your b*tch a job
And these n*ggas tryna copy, but they out of style
Pull up and vanish, slide the door back, my lil' n*ggas wild
I told this b*tch this ain't a Kodak, put my jewelry down
I got too many b*tches on me, in and out of town
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