Polo, Peezy, Mack Nickels - Get Paid lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Polo, Peezy, Mack Nickels - Get Paid lyrics]
Ayy make your bitch ride me
Like some rollerblades, bitch
Twenty-nine racks on me
Band for every year I lived (yeah)
Know I gotta answer to the Lord
For all this shit I did (Yup)
Thirty-five hundred for the Cartis 'fore I
Bought the tint ('Fore I bought the tint)
Had a hundred thousand worth of jewelry
'fore I bought a crib (Facts)
Old-school 550, then I got the Hellcat (Yup)
I just caught a package
Straight from Oakland, where that scale at?
(Where it's at?)
Probably can't relate to me if
You ain't never sell crack (Lame)
Then the feds came and swept the hood
So I fell back (Fell back)
Five diamond chains got me
Thinkin' I'm the nigga (yeah)
Blew a dub at Gary courtesy of the blender
(Gary) foreigns in the summer
Long sleeves in the winter (Uh)
Can't stand next to me without
At least six figures, broke nigga
Pull up that foreign right on the block
Work in the hood, I get paid on the spot
I'm feelin' good, all this cash in the wop
I blew cash on my watch
Got your bitch in a drop with a real nigga
Get paid, nigga
Uh, I ride foreigns, nigga, you ride waves
Nigga get paid, bitch
Ayy, make your bitch ride
Me like some rollerblades, bitch
Flower set band on the Rollie
That's a Hellcat (That's a Hellcat)
Thirty-six millimeter presi'
What the hell is that? (Some bullshit)
I done been up and been down
Been to hell and back (Swear I have)
Most niggas get jewels
Fall off and sell 'em back
(Back to Brad, huh?)
Cash the shooters and I pray
They hit an artery (Shit, I'm prayin')
Left the bitch with her kid
Guess she got a part of me
(You can have that, bitch)
Still dumpin' loads
I ain't hittin' Apple stores (Nah)
I ain't knockin' hustles
I'm just talkin' 'bout me (About me)
I ain't in no group text, boy
I'm really in the street (I'm grindin')
My rubber band offshore at least a half a key
(Sixteen) i swear I seen a ticket
That's speakin' modestly (Modestly)
Niggas get a name, but they nothings to me
(Bums)
Pull up that foreign right on the block
Work in the hood, I get paid on the spot
I'm feelin' good, all this cash in the wop
I blew cash on my watch
Got your bitch in a drop with a real nigga
Get paid, nigga
Uh, I ride foreigns, nigga, you ride waves
Nigga get paid, bitch
Ayy, make your bitch ride
Me like some rollerblades, bitch
Like some rollerblades, bitch
Twenty-nine racks on me
Band for every year I lived (yeah)
Know I gotta answer to the Lord
For all this shit I did (Yup)
Thirty-five hundred for the Cartis 'fore I
Bought the tint ('Fore I bought the tint)
Had a hundred thousand worth of jewelry
'fore I bought a crib (Facts)
Old-school 550, then I got the Hellcat (Yup)
I just caught a package
Straight from Oakland, where that scale at?
(Where it's at?)
Probably can't relate to me if
You ain't never sell crack (Lame)
Then the feds came and swept the hood
So I fell back (Fell back)
Five diamond chains got me
Thinkin' I'm the nigga (yeah)
Blew a dub at Gary courtesy of the blender
(Gary) foreigns in the summer
Long sleeves in the winter (Uh)
Can't stand next to me without
At least six figures, broke nigga
Pull up that foreign right on the block
Work in the hood, I get paid on the spot
I'm feelin' good, all this cash in the wop
I blew cash on my watch
Got your bitch in a drop with a real nigga
Get paid, nigga
Uh, I ride foreigns, nigga, you ride waves
Nigga get paid, bitch
Ayy, make your bitch ride
Me like some rollerblades, bitch
Flower set band on the Rollie
That's a Hellcat (That's a Hellcat)
Thirty-six millimeter presi'
What the hell is that? (Some bullshit)
I done been up and been down
Been to hell and back (Swear I have)
Most niggas get jewels
Fall off and sell 'em back
(Back to Brad, huh?)
Cash the shooters and I pray
They hit an artery (Shit, I'm prayin')
Left the bitch with her kid
Guess she got a part of me
(You can have that, bitch)
Still dumpin' loads
I ain't hittin' Apple stores (Nah)
I ain't knockin' hustles
I'm just talkin' 'bout me (About me)
I ain't in no group text, boy
I'm really in the street (I'm grindin')
My rubber band offshore at least a half a key
(Sixteen) i swear I seen a ticket
That's speakin' modestly (Modestly)
Niggas get a name, but they nothings to me
(Bums)
Pull up that foreign right on the block
Work in the hood, I get paid on the spot
I'm feelin' good, all this cash in the wop
I blew cash on my watch
Got your bitch in a drop with a real nigga
Get paid, nigga
Uh, I ride foreigns, nigga, you ride waves
Nigga get paid, bitch
Ayy, make your bitch ride
Me like some rollerblades, bitch