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Paid In Full

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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

This shit all a gamble

This shit all about what you stand for

Them niggas want handouts 'cause they see me with a handful

Huh, had to arrive by Gulfstream, commercial flight got cancelled

Still gon' make it to the bag, we gon' make that shit happen

Nigga, you talkin' to the Jet Life captain

Last seen in a Corvette, smashin'

New Orleans, every day like a challenge

Nigga, I'm just tryna make it back to my mansion

Just tryna roll up, keep stackin'

Build another crib right next to the last one

Build a twenty car garage next to that one

Half lowriders and half fast ones

This way bigger than some rap shit

This the feelin' of pullin' your close homies out the trap, and shit

This that money in the mattress

The same one I learned on how to backflip

Paid in Full, nigga, lights, camera, action

But ain't nobody actin'

I'm on the set though, diamonds big flashin'

Make it multiply, dope boy magic

Keys to a building, fuck keys to a Aston

You can gimme the keys to what I want, I bet I flip 'em

I heard the price'll drop lower if come and get 'em

I'ma take em back to where I'm from and I'ma do my big one

Pull up in my hood, a white bitch, ghetto hoes can't stand that

That's another fifty all profit, rubber band that

When it come to dope, hoes, bows, all of 'em gettin' sold

A sport button in my whip, the same one on my pole

Frr, you know the switch sound like a the money counter

Feign like I love her, but I don't care about her

Counted up a hundred on my mama counter

Yeah, he's just a boy, and they ain't never found him

Woo, I pop my shit, they said it was luck, I had did it again

I'ma drive this bitch like a Chevrolet, but I got a stick in the Benz

Come on, lil' bae, lets be for real

You can gimme a hug and smell that Louis V Pacific Chill

Bro mama died, every time he think about her, he eat a pill

That shit gimme the chills