Gettin Paper

I be smokin tweeds wit Da rastas Hang around dem shottas Got cream cheese das pasta Call me Q dolla I’m hotter den a summer All about them commas U know ima stunna, stunna, stunna Time to hustle hard I’ll play later I ain’t never worried bout y’all haters Man I be ballin hard like the Lakers Was broke before but now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Was broke before but now I’m gettin paper Like Kanye u can’t tell me nothin Lil Bitch I stay stuntin Run up tryda take it from me U gon end up in the papers homie Back then they ain’t want me Now I’m hot they all on me Hoes say I be actin funny Don’t concern me unless it’s bout money It’s a lot things that I’m good at Gettin paid is one of em U scared to go where Da hood at I’m Posted up right in front of em U a runner up, Im the quarterback Talkin swag i got lots of that No lil kitty im da big cat F*ck around won’t get ya daughter back Ima slaughter dat call me butcher man Gassed up like Kusha man Straight dope that pusha man Couldn’t cool me off if u had a fan Stuntin on em for the hell of it If it ain’t bout a check it’s irrelevant Well aware that Ima lesbian but got Big nuts like an elephant Ima let my shits hang Ain’t worried bout u lames Ima do my damn thang Catch swerving switchin lanes Wit a bad young thang Blowin on dat Mary Jane And the coupe ain’t got no brain No brain , No brain , No Brain Time to hustle hard I’ll play later I ain’t never worried bout y’all haters Man I be ballin hard like the Lakers Was broke before but now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Was broke before but now I’m gettin paper Hotter den a skillet, spicy like some chilli Name another bihhhh who really Fuckin wit me U must be Fukin silly , out yo rabbit mind Think i ain’t outchea chasin dem carats i been on my grind I ain’t new to this I’m true to this, u oughta know I’m the best thang smokin since young Dro Wut its hittin for, I’m Mrs get it for the low Ask em why they call me that cuz Bitch I get it for da low U say u plugged in, I say u niggas bluffin Blueberries wut I’m puffin call that shit a fuckin muffin I go ham without the syrup Turkey on em where’s the stuffing I candy yo Bitch with curls Put this strap all in her tummy She run tell all her girls That she fucked wit Q Money She want designer and pearls And I jus want dat erchy erchy Group groupie lil hoe Kick her ass out the door Told dat bitch she can go, Cause I Gota get back to that dough Time to hustle hard I’ll play later I ain’t never worried bout y’all haters Man I be ballin hard like the Lakers Was broke before but now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Now I’m gettin paid Now now I’m gettin paper Was broke before but now I’m gettin paper