Young & Paid

[Intro]
(Haha, haha, hey, hey, hey hold on [?])
(Hey Tall Wall)
(Hey turn me up 6ix, hey turn me up)
Hey Ark, on Ahk nigga, on Roach you know how this shit go man
Hey Tall Wall, damn

[Chorus]
She want to fuck with me 'cause she know that I'm paid
I don't fuck with a bitch that's on minimum wage
What you make in a week I can make in a day
And I'm sliding that C8 just like a strafe
Might go Under Armour might trap out Balenci'
Got a lot of Dior sh—
Got a lot of Dior shit [?]
And I trap in Amiri I could run up a fifty
She want to fuck with me 'cause she know that I'm paid
I don't fuck with a bitch that's on minimum wage
What you make in a week I can make in a day
And I'm sliding that C8 just like a strafe
Might go Under Armour might trap out Balenci'
Got a lot of Dior sh— (Damn)
Got a lot of Dior shit [?]
And I trap in Amiri I could run up a fifty

[Verse 1]
When I'm getting them loads, that shit like Cosco
Posted it right, that shit gotta go
I'll sell you this shit that'll fuck up your nose
We back in the spot and we cracking a toast
Might slide out [?] might slide out LAX
We catching them bags, we getting 'em back
I don't sell no grams I don't sell no [?] but if I'm fucked up I'll sell you a quack
And shoutout to Coop he gone get this shit off
And shoutout to [?] he go working his dog
I be giving 'em law I ain't worried 'bout law
They get behind us and you know we gon' dog 'em
I'm playing my mirrors and gripping that—
I'm playing my mirrors and gripping that blatt
Might pick up that Drac' 'cause I'm riding with that
And I'm swerving the city in something fat
I'm swerving the city in something that blow
I'm up 37th or I'm up on the Blow
Shoutout to [?] got rich on them loads
Get off of that [?] I be trashing these hoes
My phone keep ringing this shit jhi dance
[?] a 41 Cartier this shit jhi dance
Need a bust down Q with a bust down pendant
We gon' spend all this shit let's see who winning

[Chorus]
She want to fuck with me 'cause she know that I'm paid
I don't fuck with a bitch that's on minimum wage
What you make in a week I can make in a day
And I'm sliding that C8 just like a strafe
Might go Under Armour might trap out Balenci'
Got a lot of Dior sh— (Uh)
Got a lot of Dior shit [?]
And I trap in Amiri I could run up a fifty (I could run up a fifty)
She want to fuck with me 'cause she know that I'm paid
I don't fuck with a bitch that's on minimum wage (Young paid and full)
What you make in a week I can make in a day
And I'm sliding that C8 just like a strafe
Might go Under Armour might trap out Balenci'
Got a lot of Dior sh—
Got a lot of Dior shit [?]
And I trap in Amiri I could run up a fifty

[Verse 2]
A lil' light fifty I could run up a ticket
I could run up a fifty off serving them diddies (Serving them loads)
We ain't talking 'bout opps 'cause shit done got wicked
I want my opps to go get richer
And I'm keeping it shhh I stand on business
Don't speak on the beef when I get around bitches
Niggas know Tall he gon' be the suspect not no fucking victim
I'm fucking with killers I'm fucking with robbers I'm fucking with robbers I'm fucking with drag gods
Just took a bitch up on a date whole time it's alias smoke with her baby father
Taking bitches out to [?] know them bitches love it
All they tryna do is go and get a drink and tryna fuck me
Try to pull one on Tall you know I ain't sweet
I be paying for shit and pressing delete
I'm clutching that blatt and I'm clutching that Micro nigga ass be fucking sweet
We take shit to the [?] like the Nuggets do a full sweep (Hey Wall)
Tall up in that car we shoot at nuggets, not no fucking knees (Bah-bah bah)

[Chorus]
She want to fuck with me 'cause she know that I'm paid
I don't fuck with a bitch that's on minimum wage
What you make in a week I can make in a day
And I'm sliding that C8 just like a strafe
Might go Under Armour might trap out Balenci' (Trap out Balenci')
Got a lot of Dior sh— (Damn)
Got a lot of Dior shit [?]
And I trap in Amiri I could run up a fifty
She want to fuck with me 'cause she know that I'm paid (Know that I'm)
I don't fuck with a bitch that's on minimum wage
What you make in a week I can make in a day
And I'm sliding that C8 just like a strafe
Might go Under Armour might trap out Balenci' (Trap out Balenci')
Got a lot of Dior sh—
Got a lot of Dior shit [?] (Damn, damn)
And I trap in Amiri I could run up a fifty

[Outro]
(Long live Whites, uh)
([?] get [?], uh)
(Long live Reek and Buggs, we gon' spin out the city, uh, on Ahk)
(Man, stop playing with Tall man)