Paid Up Front Lyrics

Easy to get to the bag but it's easy to waste it

You get it

Stuck in the hood man I feel like I'm Ace

Gotta just pick up the work, gotta pick up the pace

Once a young nigga get rich

Won't even flex on the niggas that use to go hate

This for the times that I cried in room

Cause a young nigga just knew he be great

Baby said she wanna pop us a shroom

I told her no if you already ate

She want some time with my face she gone zoom

I check the time and it's not even eight

She not Jamaican I'm like her pum

Going M5 so I'm comp in this race

She thought I wasn't just getting a inning

Grand slam when I got to the base

Funny my gun is the size of my waist, we drinking mafia blood

I can not just tell you what's up in my cup just know it's dark like a grape

The only time that he ever act like a monkey, is when he go put on the Bape

I'm working them bands like the shit outta shape

I think I got code to the safe

I never just trip what my bitch wanna say

I get her some food then get ate

I need bands, fetti, cheese, cabbage need me the house with the lake

My mama wanna trip that I bussed down my patek

But she got a whole estate

I'm tracking my pills like an addict I can't forget how much I take

The GPS told me to take a new route

But the drank keep on leading me straight to my fate

Lil baby ain't think I would jump out the house

Her father compare me to Nate

The Glock made him throw up whatever he eat

I guess he was feeling like when you be getting home late

Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh

She spread her legs like a T, so I sent to my team and they gave her an A

Funny cause she wanna fuck with lil P, but never to be my like bae

She wanted to bring her lil friend from the Ritz

But said that her pussy to dry she could stay

Said I could I fuck with a few Spanish bitches

But I gotta smell a lil hot comb this morning

She wanna put my lil contact as King

But Jada just told me I'm foreign

As long as I get enough lean just to od I don't mind all the tour

As long as I get enough lean just to od I don't mind all the tour

You bitches is Pfttt

Easy to get to the bag but it's easy to waste it

You get it

Stuck in the hood man I feel like I'm Ace

Gotta just pick up the work, gotta pick up the pace

Once a young nigga get rich

Won't even flex on the niggas that use to go hate

This for the times that I cried in room

Cause a young nigga just knew he be great

Baby said she wanna pop us a shroom

I told her no if you already ate

She want some time with my face she gone zoom

I check the time and it's not even eight

She not Jamaican I'm like her pum

Going M5 so I'm comp in this race

She thought I wasn't just getting a inning

Grand slam when I got to the base

Funny my gun is the size of my waist, we drinking mafia blood

I can not just tell you what's up in my cup just know it's dark like a grape

The only time that he ever act like a monkey, is when he go put on the Bape

I'm working them bands like the shit outta shape

I think I got code to the safe

I never just trip what my bitch wanna say

I get her some food then get ate

I need bands, fetti, cheese, cabbage need me the house with the lake

My mama wanna trip that I bussed down my patek

But she got a whole estate

I'm tracking my pills like an addict I can't forget how much I take

The GPS told me to take a new route

But the drank keep on leading me straight to my fate

Lil baby ain't think I would jump out the house

Her father compare me to Nate

The Glock made him throw up whatever he eat

I guess he was feeling like when you be getting home late

Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh