Paid In Full ft. Vio Soundz Lyrics

A nigga like me, man, I love the game. I love the hustle, man

Be feelin' like one of them ball-playin' niggas, you know, like Bird or Magic or somethin'

Yeah, you know a nigga got dough, a nigga could leave the league

But if I leave, the fans still gon' love me, man

G-O-D, grind or die

In the strip club on the grind again, got my young bitch on a pole

In the back with a Heineken, watching nigga's trick on that hoe

Been trappin', that's fact-based, count the cash that my trap make

Try to rob me, you hit the wrong keys, AK will hit the backspace

White boy with a black face, blacked out off of Jack straight

Stumbling out the strip club, got the lick mapped out of that place

Opening belly scene, nigga, if ever you test the team

Have a whole herd of gorillas coming at you with a whole head of steam

Sellin' drugs at 17, had the plug that fed the team

Till papi got popped by the narcos down in Medellin

Sent more before we paid for em', so pure they in paste form

So many boxes filled with cash, it was hard to find space for em'

The block clickin', niggas plottin', the plot thickens

Taught myself how to get respect, had to do it cause pops didn't

Chillin', blowin' in the weed spot, hit opponents in their weak spot

Jumpin' off of the top rope with a colin capernick knee drop

Just kneel they take us down, get killed, they don't make a sound

Half black and I say it proud, half white but I play it down

Even if I saw myself as white, still have black obstacles

Cause It don't matter how you see yourself, it just matter how the cops see you

Smoke you bound to go free, boy, smoking loud got me p-noid

Bands on me in a hood bar, surrounded by all these D-Boys

I know they plottin' shit I'd be, but they know I'll pop if they try me

All that shit you poppin' on IG, get you drip drop on that I.V

Range drop, just dropped, I'll be gettin' it in no time

Street credit 700, I can get a couple bricks without a cosign

Get wholes for that half price, move three O's on a bad night

Hustling's in my soul, must've been Pablo in a past life

If the money don't stack right, act right or be dead wrong

Anonymous tip, put the feds on, but they ain't find shit

All the bread gone, all the work gone, guess they heard wrong

Got some personal shit I need to work on, tryna quit my addictions

I'm a flip shit till I'm gettin' brick flip money per song

Do you know who you are when the perc's gone

The weed gone, reality hit and your dreams gone

You ain't in a benz, you in a Nissan

You can't even afford to put D's on, dubs on

She back it up for me, got my gun on

Rap about money, that's a love song

Bagging up 20's with my gloves on

Bitch text me, sayin' come home

I ain't comin' home till the work finished

Hoes temporary, bills permanent

Smoking lime green with some purp in it, that's an urban myth

Little homie got a ki he wanna sell me, but to get it, man, he really had to murder shit

Nigga, that's hot, so watch yourself

But show me what you workin' with

Mystical danger

Mythical gifts like the kid in the manger

Never been pinched, been doin' this shit since niggas was hittin' my pager

skytel, on my hip

Burner tucked on the other side

Hot as hell, on the strip

And murders go up in the summertime

I'm about to be on some real murder shit, eh

I'm tellin' you, man

Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money

Or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fuckin' dead

I don't give a fuck about nothin'

Man, I've been on the grind for too long

Guaranteed I keep my trucks tight

Push the start button on a foreign car

I need foreign broads for a good night

All the bad bitches be with me

2 door coupe, we in it

I got that 40 in case you trippin'

And I do sell weight in case you a gymnast, nigga

Mossberg baby mom's crib

Where the opps they ain't on shit

Keep it cool, lil' nigga, you ain't on shit

Blower get to blowing like you eatin' somethin' hot, bitch

All of my niggas is crazy

Straight jacket wearing they born in the 80s

Price on your head, then you dead on the pavement

Better come quick with the payments, nigga

Got gasoline, propane, that's fire p's

In the kitchen whippin' like Mama, please

I get the whole thing for like half a key, nigga

Wooh Yeah, bitch huh

Love when you niggas be hating

No, doctor, I ain't got patience

But I used to play it like my name Jason, nigga

Yeah, straight from the jungle, we made it

We're lions and tigers and bears

I'm feelin' like I am the greatest

Yeah, plug hittin' my trap line

The p's just landed

Time to do damage

I need all of mine

I'm thuggin'