Curren$y feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Get Paid Lyrics

Weekend at Burnie's Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 #Jetsgo
  • 2 Still
  • 3 She Don't Want a Man
  • 4 One Life
  • 5 You See It
  • 6 Televised
  • 7 This Is the Life
  • 8 On G's
  • 9 Money Machine
  • 10 What's What
  • 11 JLC
  • 12 Get Paid
  • Yeah Jetlife
    Jet setting nonetheless
    I'm talking oceans in the back
    Front reserved for porches
    Highed up focused on my fortunes
    A real G I'm tryin' ball
    I want it all
    **** a portion
    Money in my pocket
    More stacks than a fortress
    Up early everyday I'm trying to flip
    I need more of it
    Gotta get it now
    Will I see tomorrow
    I'm not sure of it
    Overdue is about that time
    I deserve a lick
    I'm trying to see something slick
    I really came from nothin' though
    Still I stand tall pockets thick
    Fitted sitting low
    Twisting with my chick
    Out the manor in front of getting gold
    She ain't a gold digger
    But love how daddy get this dough
    Real ***** hear it in my words plus my actions show
    Nothing less I'm a jet so I'm sending threats
    To these suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
    Protected by the planes
    J-L-R family crest
    Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best

    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid

    Never underestimate the other guys greed
    Game given from a snake indeed
    I'll still take heat
    Keep the force with you
    Stuck adhesive
    **** with the real *****s see how we do it
    Baby girl, them your people
    Well lose them dudes
    Your home girl and them cool
    We making moves like when throwback rap albums had interludes
    We used to chill at the crib
    Waiting for homie to bring the instrumentals through
    Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars
    I did it partner
    Too much of a scholar
    To ever live in scwaler
    Scissors beat paper unless we talking bout them paper dollars
    I'm in there like I live there
    What took you so long baby girl
    Ive been here trying to lose your man hes a square huh
    I don't know if its fair ma
    **** it though you living in the same world im in dirty
    Let them money makers spin

    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
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    Get paid my *****
    Get paid

    I hustle hard til I'm dead or locked behind bars
    I'm a jet member will brought by a different set of laws
    Roddy trap hard ain't no time for ****ing off
    Its a scary game but am I scared, not at all
    I'm hoping that this side don't ever come down, and fall
    Cause them dates know that we way tougher than them all
    Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
    And them *****s don't give a **** they cold hearted
    That's cold-blooded especially in New Orleans
    Just trying to make it out this maze that I've been lost in
    I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
    School of hard knocks
    I learned to read between the margin
    Real **** so many problems I deal with
    And thank god for Mary Jane and that good piff
    That I won't quit stacking my bread sippin' my chips
    I double count my paper then I dip
    Jets fool
    I bet I do

    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid
    Get paid my *****
    Get paid

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