Paid The Boys Lyrics

Mixin', whippin', scrapin' in the kitchen, really run it up

Drop a nigga with that fuckin' switch, his body foldin' up

Had to line them spenders up, lil' baby, I was broke as fuck

Had to go crazy with the mixture, got it swallin' up

Even if you paid the boys up, nigga, they couldn't fuck with us

Nigga, you gon' really have to see me if you actin' tough

And my bitch sit in crib watchin' TV while I smackin' stuff

Hold up, bitch, I'm finna fuckin' deep, bitch, finna run it up

Hold up, bitch, I'm finna crack a G, I'll damn near do a buck

Yeah, lil' bae, you know I got them Gs, I'm tryna see what's up

And I remember times I had no Gs, I couldn't run it up

I was steady worryin' bout a bitch, that shit ain't do me none

Lately, it's just really been bout cash, that shit gon' get me up

Nigga, if you ain't already know, you better get some bucks

And I ain't gon' cap, bro, when it snow, you better be in trucks

And you can be in some super low and still get hit right up

And you can really be stackin' pros, and then they stick you up

Stick you up, stick you up, mm-mm

Naw, lil' baby, I ain't got no hoes, I'm tryna stack and stuff

Ayy, lil' bro, when you be in some low, you better keep it tucked

And they really think I'm pullin' over, finna do a buck

Bitch, I'm linin' heads up right at Culver's, I don't give a fuck

And I poured the deuce up in the Sprite, damn, that shit got me stuck

And it's plenty long-ass fuckin' nights I had to run it up

And the boys be steady tryna mike, you gotta do em up