Lil' KeKe Gettin' Paid Lyrics

The Commission Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Southside
  • 2 Baller in the Mix
  • 3 Gettin' Paid
  • 4 Pimps, Players, & Hustlas
  • 5 Still Pimping Pens (Screwed) (feat. DJ Screw)
  • 6 Don't You Know
  • 7 It's Going Down
  • 8 Fo Sure
  • 9 Comin' Down
  • 10 In the Door
  • 11 Paper Money
  • 12 Bounce & Turn
  • 13 Wise Guys
  • 14 Don't Mess Wit Texas
  • [Hook]
    Got my mind on this money, cause I gotta stay paid
    Running into fakers on my journey, everyday
    Just because, they see a nigga riding high
    They think that I be slipping, and I don't know why
    I got this money in my pocket, making moves everyday
    Laughing at these haters, waving money in they face
    Even though I know, they really wanna ride
    I pay em no attention, and they don't know why

    [Lil' Keke]
    Hit em up get em up, early in the morning
    I'm smoking pine and writing rhymes, while niggaz still yawning
    By noon I'm out the do', twenty inches to the flo'
    Although bidness been slow, this mouthpiece fa sho
    And I know that no hoe, can interfere with this cash flow
    That ass we can bash, like grass begin to grow
    Zero once mo', had to show up and po' up
    Unexpectedly blow up, then proceed to sew up
    Bitches throw up they sick, far gon on my dick
    I was treated like shit, until I dropped my first hit
    Southside baby, won't you scream it if you mean it
    I done been there done that, 22 young I done seen it
    Got some plex go on bring it, rap star but I can sing it
    Twenty G's a show, with eight mo' I can swing it
    Moving ki's and G's, on down to C.D.'s and LP's
    Clocking nothing but thee's, doing this thang with ease I'm getting paid

    [Hook]

    [Lil' Keke]
    This the space age playa, let's drift into places
    Where gangstas turn stars, on the regular basis
    You don't work you don't eat, lesson one on the street
    I'm the only man in my mama's eyes, I gotta be on feet
    But my mystery is complete, in this life long miracle
    I must confess I been blessed, just to be so lyrical
    Smoking blunts and pulling stunts, bitch I'm cold as a blizzard
    I get in to fit in, then blend in like a lizard
    It's the wizard, steady waving my wand
    Be calm in the presence, of the hard headed don
    Switched up on haters, grabbed the sto's and theaters
    Put the steak on a plate, large estates with the acres
    Put the punks in the trunks, put the frauds with the fakers
    Got my grind on, shine on with my paper
    How can you escape the, lyrical impact
    That's coming through your chest, your head and your back
    It's a fact that I stack, count mills to be exact
    Rap game hall of fame, nothing but awards and placks
    So where the haters at, so I could squash the chit-chat
    Born and raised to break hats, and stay strapped with my gat
    Cream mats in the Lac, chromey 4's be turning
    Money earning my concerning, plus the weed I'm burning
    I'm confirming the commission, while you suckers get played
    Jam Down it's for real, forever get paid we getting paid

    [Hook]

    [Lil' Keke]
    It's so hard to get rich, but easy to be broke
    And these toss up's and cross up's, mo' niggaz get smoked
    I'm at the end of the road, transacts for do'
    When there's a will there's a way, dear God I hope
    My career don't slow, or fall to something negative
    Proposition and mission, is to be an executive
    Cool calm and collected, intellectually respected
    The body to the rap game, I slowly dissect it
    I select the category, lyricists
    Ain't no changing us, dangerous serious
    I know ya curious, furious with your trigga
    Your army's busters ball, Jam Down is paid niggaz yeah we get paid

    [Hook - 2x]

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