B. Frank

E'ryday Gettin' Paid (feat. T1C3 Capone)

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Cash over ass, M-U-S, R-H-S We the west Midwest, yeah Big bucks, no whammies, yeah That's how big steppers move, huh Go on get in that groove, nigga F*ck with us We gettin' paid all day, every day All day, every day, we gettin' paid Self-made in this game, it'll never change I do my own thing always, anyway Self-made in this game, young nigga gettin' paid All day, every day Self-made in this game, young nigga gettin' paid All day, every day Hot like a torch, pull up in a Porsche Plus the roof off, blue diamonds like Dolph Watch me haul them off bricks in a U-Haul Pure lean on Tylenol, watch him fall like pinballs Pitchin' all curveballs, strike him out, man down Hit him in the unibrow, stack it up, sit on the ground Shoot a loaded K rounds, big bank, large amount Somethin' like a plague now, we the West-Midwest now Runnin' plays back-to-back, yeah, bust down Touchdown, say he with a rat, my nigga cop out Plus we with the hop out, hit him when he pop out Catch him out his pops house, knock him off then bounce out Game in the ankle lock Ken Shamrock, tap out Say that boy candle lit, blow his lights out No tick in the watch, Rollie iced out Look down when you see me, yeah, that just priced out We gettin' paid all day, every day All day, every day, we gettin' paid Self-made in this game, it'll never change I do my own thing always anyway Self-made in this game, young nigga gettin' paid All day, every day Self-made in this game, young nigga gettin' paid All day, every day I get the bread to make jams, so that's the reason I toast Actions speak for they self, so ain't no reason to boast Thankin' the Lord for his blessings when I needed him most And the people that taught me things I really needed to know In the game, I got range like a rifle Drink in my cup, it got me leanin' like the Eiffel My name carry weight, put respect on my title I'm finna hit the stu and drop some shit that they can vibe to, huh I'm too ill, they tellin' my crew chill We always on hard like poppin' them blue pills I usually don't hit em' with knowledge, I'll probably lose em' Serta sleeper flow, the confusion'll leave em' snoozing I spent my whole life bein' hype, I'm tryna chill now Told em' all I been had to glow, they know it's real now Got me in the basement with T1C3, we tryna build now So many people claimin' they loyal, but are you still down We gettin' paid all day, every day All day, every day, we gettin' paid Self-made in this game, it'll never change I do my own thing always anyway Self-made in this game, young nigga gettin' paid All day, every day Self-made in this game, young nigga gettin' paid All day, every day
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