WE GET PAID ft. REM-31 Lyrics

I got stacks bitch we get paid

Floor to the gas pedal we in this bitch

Head to Popeyes with my guys

Pop champagne celebrate hard times

I am out here in a rapper seniority

All of you minors best watch my authority

If I ever have to say it again

I'll pop you like smoke homie paying no jokes

I got stacks bitch we get paid

Floor to the gas pedal we in this bitch

Head to Popeyes with my guys

Pop champagne celebrate hard times

I am out here in a rapper seniority

All of you minors best watch my authority

If I ever have to say it again

I'll pop you like smoke homie paying no jokes

Hating ass mofos

No class no hoes

Sitting on the internet type type type

I'm outside bitch tat tat tat

Hit em with the gat bitch grat tat tat

Decided to drop all the lyrical shit

Cuz most of Y'all white boys are fucking with this

This type of flow make a rapper get rich

This type of flow make a rapper get lit

Haters and rappers best bow down to me

Just call me Scarface make all of you bleed

Tony Montaña be living though me

Killing mc's

I make they tracks weak

When I pay for features the star of the show

I can make all of my flows turn to gold

I can make all of the hoes turn to clothes

Versace and Gucci i stay wearing those

When I keep it back keep it gangster as fuck

I don't need mob ties I stay in the cut

When I smoke a rapper it's gon be legit

It won't be for clout and I won't be for clicks

Keeping the NARCS of my trail yeah they gullible

All of the girls at my shows yeah they colorful

I don't need fake chicks that show me no love

I need a Chaldean that's down to fuck

I got stacks bitch we get paid

Floor to the gas pedal we in this bitch

Head to Popeyes with my guys

Pop champagne celebrate hard times

I am out here in a rapper seniority

All of you minors best watch my authority

If I ever have to say it again

I'll pop you like smoke homie paying no jokes

I got stacks bitch we get paid

Floor to the gas pedal we in this bitch

Head to Popeyes with my guys

Pop champagne celebrate hard times

I am out here in a rapper seniority

All of you minors best watch my authority

If I ever have to say it again

I'll pop you like smoke homie paying no jokes

Oh nah we ain't playing no jokes (nah)

But these fakes keep on wanting the smoke (yeah)

My shots to a place yeah they never miss (nah)

Your in this place you need eminence

The higher ups sly who is this newbie (who is he)

Uh huh he so chunky and ugly (for real)

Uh huh but his music is groovy (yeah)

I emo he look like a teddy (for real)

Yeah

Add a Roosevelt to the end (do it)

Cuz I'm about to take you to war (yeah)

Better hide incite a lil shed (hide)

Cuz my words will cut you down like swords

Yeah

This shit is too easy (too easy)

I feel like I'm Messi (I'm Messi)

Y'all stay abhorring

But I always stay scoring (scoring)

Ay

Three point shots from the three point line

Hit her from the back she getting weak one time

She say Veno her papi one time

Feeling she don't know her place in the line

If Veno go up then Detroit coming too

I stay with my city like slow kids and glue

I'm bringing the family they coming too

Not people i don't know who wanna come too

I got stacks bitch we get paid

Floor to the gas pedal we in this bitch

Head to Popeyes with my guys

Pop champagne celebrate hard times

I am out here in a rapper seniority

All of you minors best watch my authority

If I ever have to say it again

I'll pop you like smoke homie paying no jokes