Slick Pulla, Jeezy - Paid In Full lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Slick Pulla, Jeezy - Paid In Full lyrics]
Me and my man do our thing with the split's
Now we coming down, matching feet
Matching whips
Drop it in the watch it come back to chips
Now we lockinb down the block, this like
We don’t break shit, one week we gon get that
Bad bitches, double em up, we gon hit that
Pass a gram of sand, we gon spit that
That real D boy lingo, we gon kick that
Yeah, for real
Fourway on my feet
The kid go hard for the money
You sweet ass niggas want the honey
Treat them things like the homies
Yeah we keep em moving
A bass mouth in the coupe
I’m tryna get some chewing
If you ain’t cashing plugs out then
What the fuck you doing
Like John Travolta when it come
To a Olivia Newton snow put me up on game
Showed me how to push it
Now I’m in Texas playing big
Like my name Cushing
Corner the market, massive distribution
Met a new sick chain, got them hoes puking
And the loafers clean, nice, suede
And the linen shirts perfect
Cause the boy’s paid in full
Chain so big it look monkey
Addicted to this cash
I’m a motherfucking junkie
Niggas mad cause I passed
And they motherfucking flunkies
If it’s really like that fuck nigga
Then slug me
Came invalidated, I didn’t need no validation
Pope to the streets
I’m the leader of a nation
I took my cane and my
Pain and my other mindframe
And I told em bout the
Game and accumulated fame
Told you back with Fab on do the damn thang
If the number on the right
I can move the damn thang
And the, coupe’s clean and the top’s suede
And the F&N working cause your boy’s paid
I’m full
Now we coming down, matching feet
Matching whips
Drop it in the watch it come back to chips
Now we lockinb down the block, this like
We don’t break shit, one week we gon get that
Bad bitches, double em up, we gon hit that
Pass a gram of sand, we gon spit that
That real D boy lingo, we gon kick that
Yeah, for real
Fourway on my feet
The kid go hard for the money
You sweet ass niggas want the honey
Treat them things like the homies
Yeah we keep em moving
A bass mouth in the coupe
I’m tryna get some chewing
If you ain’t cashing plugs out then
What the fuck you doing
Like John Travolta when it come
To a Olivia Newton snow put me up on game
Showed me how to push it
Now I’m in Texas playing big
Like my name Cushing
Corner the market, massive distribution
Met a new sick chain, got them hoes puking
And the loafers clean, nice, suede
And the linen shirts perfect
Cause the boy’s paid in full
Chain so big it look monkey
Addicted to this cash
I’m a motherfucking junkie
Niggas mad cause I passed
And they motherfucking flunkies
If it’s really like that fuck nigga
Then slug me
Came invalidated, I didn’t need no validation
Pope to the streets
I’m the leader of a nation
I took my cane and my
Pain and my other mindframe
And I told em bout the
Game and accumulated fame
Told you back with Fab on do the damn thang
If the number on the right
I can move the damn thang
And the, coupe’s clean and the top’s suede
And the F&N working cause your boy’s paid
I’m full