Letras
Aye, I get paid
But I don't know about you
They used to hate on the kid back then
Now they're pissed that I'm making moves
Show me a rack and I'm doubling that
I make that shit times two
I make that shit times three
Me, I made that all in a week
In love with the money, can't love me a hoe
No, I fell in love with the dough
Running it up, I could never be broke
This chain on my neck got me freezing cold
I needed retail therapy, so I just copped me a Moncler coat
I don't need no VVS
They know that I shine wherever I go
Gotta keep it brief, cause talk is cheap
She see me on her TV screen
Now she wanna rock with a guy like me
Twenty-four seven, I'm always working
Been on my grind every day of the week
It's peak cause they haven't noticed me
This one bad 5'3, she wanna act and move prestige
Aye, I get paid
But I don't know about you
They used to hate on the kid back then
Now they're pissed that I'm making moves
Show me a rack and I'm doubling that
I make that shit times two
I make that shit times three
Me, I made that all in a week
Yo, we're on a different calibre
Now I get why they wanna be mad at us
I'm getting money, you know that it's adding up
I'm a boss, don't watch no clock
Don't look at my watch or check no calendar
Didn't have no helping hand, it was me and the gang
Didn't need no manager
Pro in the field, man, I ain't no amateur
Aye, I get paid
But I don't know about you
They used to hate on the kid back then
Now they're pissed that I'm making moves
Show me a rack and I'm doubling that
I make that shit times two
I make that shit times three
Me, I made that all in a week