Smooky MarGielaa - Smooky's Story lyrics

That's where the motherfuckin' bass is

I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)
I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)
I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)
I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)

In the trap house where we ball
(Where we ball)


I’ve been mixing dirty stuff and
That shit got me stuck
I was trappin' in these streets
I only had a ball
Robbin' niggas left and right and
I didn't give a fuck
(And I didn't give a fuck)
Now you see me livin' in the Hills, ya
(I was robbin' niggas)
I be countin' back these
Hundred dollar bills, ya
(I was doing shit)
Now they see us winnin' now
These niggas wanna hate (They hate)
I shoulda always knew that all that
All these niggas was just fake
(All these niggas was just fake)
I'm drivin' to the mall and I'm
About to cop some Bape
Fuck my money up and Ima turn into an ape
(An ape) windows all black like a limousine
(Like a limousine)
Come I look at your girl and
All she do is faint (Whip)
I be workin' hard while these niggas sleep
(Shush)
I got a rack or a mil' in my Robin jeans (Ay)
Went to school did bad and
I said fuck my dean (Fuck my dean)
I used to always get in
Trouble 'cause I wouldn't read
('cause I couldn't read)
Now it's back to hustlin' in the streets ya
Ain't have a crib
I didn't have no where to sleep ya
(To sleep)

They look at Smooky and they damn he a G ya
(He a G) he with Drew Drippy and that
Nigga hold the beam ya (I hold the beam)
Yo girl sippin' lean and now she leanin'
(She leanin')
Smooky on the track then it ain't stinking
(Not stinking) yo girl in love with me I
Fucked her then I'm dipping
(And I'm dipping) throw a opp in the scene
Leave that nigga sinkin' ash in the car
Easy in the car (In the car)
Drew Drippy in the car
All my niggas count broads
(All my niggas count broads)
Friends Vlone, I can rock that every day
(I can rock her every day)
I gotta lotta guap so I can cop that any day
(I can cop that any day)
I just hopped and your girl
Wanna give me face (Face)
Shoutout X that's my brother he
Just got like 20k (Got like 20k)
I be rockin' fur like a eskimo (I can rock)
Pulled a lotta zeros one and then a decimal
(Then a decimal)
In my city play my song up on the radio
Pull yo girl up and tell
Her give me some fellatio

P-p-pull up in the whip (Whip)
New designer kicks (New designer kicks)
Skrrt up with yo chick (Chick)
Raf Simmons on the shit (On the shit)
Rolla Roll around why she roll around?
(Why she roll around?)
She she I just copped the pound
And gave my bros an ounce
Walkin' round the hood I heard my
Song on the speaker now (On the speaker now)
Ya, she actin' up and I can
Block her or delete her now
(I can block her or delete her now)
I be gettin guap I be countin' guap
(Countin' guap)
I just an opp my bros gon' make him ()
Diamonds on my chain
All my niggas be on blang
If you try to run up on me
I got diamonds on my rang (On my rang)
Only fuckin' with my mane's
Only fuckin' with my mane's
I ain't fuckin' with no lames
'Cause I just need to get paid

I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)
I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)
I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)
I need to get paid, paid, paid
(I need to get paid)
I ain't fuckin' with no lame, lame, lame
(I ain't fuckin' with no lame)