Rico Nasty - Gotsta Get Paid lyrics

[Rico Nasty - Gotsta Get Paid lyrics]

Feelin' like fuck-a-bitch nigga
You and your bitch, nigga
I'll make your eyes water with
How my wrist glitter
Pretty face and waist cincher
Don't call me your miss, mister (Ew)
She don't want no blunt with me
So she sent her big sister
Come and get the bigger picture
Lemonades in big pitchers
At a bitch like a real picture
Posted up on IG
Now they wanna come chill with you
Laugh and crack the seal with you
I ain't with the dick-ridin'
Rather eat a pig's liver
You the type to brag about it
I'm the type to laugh it off
Niggas out herе actin' super hard
But dicks be super soft
Bitchеs smoke my weed
Now she wheezin' with the COVID cough
Smoke it all or don't smoke at all
Motherfucker

Don't get in my way, I gots to get paid
(I gots to get paid)
Fashionista shades like gyms, we move weights
Party like parades and wake up in a daze
No wonder why they wanna switch
Bodies and trade places
Don't get in my way, I gots to get paid
(I gots to get paid)
Fashionista shades like gyms, we move weights
Party like parades and wake up in a daze
No wonder why they wanna switch
Bodies and trade places

These niggas ain't on shit
These bitches ain't on shit
Put them motherfuckers together
They kids ain't on shit
Fuck all them broke-ass pussies
Get you some money
'Cause, motherfucker
Best believe they gonna watch your ass get it

I'm drinkin', I'm smokin', I'm twisted
This potent sticky, got me lifted
I'm switchin' my cars how I switch fit's
Raisin' the bar, keep goin' hard
'Cause I gotta pay for my baby tuition
Always believin' in my intuition
If you want issues, we grant you your wishes
I'm in the Hills
But I came from the trenches
Rockin' a trench coat
Ready to go, who want it? Come get smoke
Bang when we let it go
I rather do it than say it, that's facts
You know?
I can't relax no more
I'm workin' 24/7, that's factual
These bitches so practical
Ain't in my lane
What the fuck is you drivin' for?
Pedal to the floor
They hatin' because they bored
Gettin' so much money
I'm turnin' into a hoarder
Backpack full of gas
I'm feelin' like that bitch Dora
And I got niggas on my page
Just beggin' to give me oral

Don't get in my way, I gots to get paid
(I gots to get paid)
Fashionista shades like gyms, we move weights
Party like parades and wake up in a daze
No wonder why they wanna switch
Bodies and trade places
Don't get in my way, I gots to get paid
(I gots to get paid)
Fashionista shades like gyms, we move weights
Party like parades and wake up in a daze
No wonder why they wanna switch
Bodies and trade places

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