Get Paid lyrics

[Intro]
(Renegade)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Paper Route Empire)
It's Dolph
Hah

[Chorus]
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Uh-huh)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Go get the money, n*gga)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Yup)
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid
Crib so big that it came with a maid (Dope boy)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (It's Dolph)

[Verse 1]
Rule number one (What's that?), get the money first (Okay)
Rule number two (What?), don't forget to get the money (Ayy)
Play by these rules and everything will be okay (Yup)
Still in my trap flippin' my Frito-Lays (Hey, hey)
Go get the money, it ain't nothing else important to me (Nah)
I showed her a Xanax, she hurried up and took it (Woo)
I f*cked her so good, she got up and started cookin' (Damn)
Rolling up big blunts out a pound of Cookies
If you ain't got forty bands, then you can't book me (Nope)
Pulled up on the side your b*tch, she wouldn't stop lookin'
That b*tch good as tooken (Yup), good as gone (Gone)
I guarantee tonight, my n*gga, that b*tch ain't comin' home
I got money to count (Dope boy), I got b*tches to f*ck (Yup)
I got packs to flip (For real), pistols to bust (Bah)
When I was small, I ain't have nothin' (Damn)
Started sellin' dope and prayed to God for a plug
He showed up and said
[Chorus]
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Uh-huh)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Go get the money, n*gga)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Yup)
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid
Crib so big that it came with a maid (Dope boy)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid

[Verse 2]
Get paid, n*gga (Yeah), get paid, b*tch (Yeah)
You on some rich n*gga sh*t, we on the same sh*t (For real)
Me and my Memphis Grizzly partners f*ck the same b*tches (What?)
The only difference is I'm a trap n*gga
Don't you hear it in my voice when I rap, n*gga? (Yeah)
On South Beach with E-Feezy throwing stacks, n*gga (Woo)
Turnt to the max, n*gga (It's Dolph), facts, n*gga (Yeah)
She met me for the first time, didn't know how to act, n*gga
Double-R parked in my motherf*ckin' front yard
Trap jumpin' like the motherf*ckin' Million Man March
If she ain't got a fat ass, then she can't get up in this car
I can tell if that ass real or fake by how she walk (It's Dolph)

[Chorus]
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Uh-huh)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Go get the money, n*gga)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid (Yup)
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid
Crib so big that it came with a maid (Dope boy)
Get paid, young n*gga, get paid