Gat paid ft. Riley Payne & Nae nae Lyrics

Whenever I'm with you

Can't Control

One, two

Can't control

Troublemaker

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10

Homie I know God

Don't tell me your problems

I'm just problemophobic

You ain't gotta crush me

You can't keep up with the logic

I can be a better you

Even without the logic

I can spit the bottle

And tell you to fuck up mugly

I come for the money

I come and pay for the change

The rhythm of my lyrics

Cause I'm tryna stop the pain

My vision in pictures

I'm tryna paint it with the difference

But all of the outsiders

Strangers to me they relate

Tryna hop into my lane

But I switch up on my ways

Where you probably feel the same

But a nigga can't relate

Cuttin' all my figures

Everyday I do a re-up

Then I keep up on aesthetic

Just to get the echo

Call the plug and tell me

Come and meet me at the city

Man I keep up on my time

I hope that I don't miss it

Man I keep up on everything

Just to get the link up

Man I get the pick up

Straight up to the pick up

All these niggas beefin' on a nigga

Then I pull up on a lil' nigga

Goin' up, I be ballin

I be rollin' with the bros

Callin' on my phone

Ballin' on the low

Callin' on the low

Ayy

Ever since a youngin' nigga got paid

Blow up in the city with a big bang

Playin' in the wild till I got scared

Sippin' on some liquor with a lean taste

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Paid

Paid

Paid

Paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Ever since a youngin' nigga got paid

All I fought was side and then I got crashed

Go around niggas with a zip bag

Shootin' every nigga with a loose end

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Paid

I come alive with the night time

I be caught up in a minute

I be workin' on my timeline

Tryna put me on the sideline

Ain't nobody is a killer

Till you put up with the right price

What I got, I don't give

What I know, I don't speak

I got hope, I got dreams

I don't know what you mean

I pull up the red, you just know it's syndicated

There's niggas on my face, there's some fumigation

I be cold like I'm stuck in the season

And then I started believing

I'ma be part of your system

And everybody's a victim

So you all be worried about hustle and power and money

And honeys, well they worry about nuh-ing

Feel like I've been a long way

Couldn't say that every black man is a born slave

Is it cause every nigga just want the gold chain

Is it the way that they believe in their lives

You're living a lie, you're dying inside

Buried devil, put a demon inside

Is that a sin

Or should I let my angels to fight

Will I win

Will I win

Will I win

Will I win

Ay

Ever since a young nigga got paid

All I thought was sad and then I got crashed

Got around niggas with a zip bag

Shooting every nigga with a loose ass

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Get paid

Get a pa

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Paid

Ever since a young nigga got paid

Blow up in the city with a big bang

Playing in the wild chill like God's gift

Sipping on some liquor with a lean taste

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Get paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

Can I get paid

I was slamming through at some bass strings

In my best days on some weird strings

Yeah I told you

That was my phone number

Building up, post it up

On some waste days

Brute pain, I'm dandy

Where I'm going

Tied down for my clothes

Say less flows

Flow as you pay

Tied down for my clothes

Say less flows

Yeah