C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz)

C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz) - Get Paid lyrics

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[Hook: x2]

Nigga I, know just

How, to get paid

[C-Note:]

Nigga I, know how to get paid

And you already know, that the crib be laid

Pulling out of Ike, with the candy sprayed

It was me and C. Blount, on them chromey blades

Nigga thought of many ways, to get paper man

Nigga came up quick, off in the Cloverland

And the way I came up, you can't understand

Nigga turned a hundred ones, to a hundred grand

Nigga me and my niggaz, making paper dog

So you bitch ass niggaz, can't hate me dog

See me in a G.D., lit up with fogs

In a hundred with the top down, get me dog

Niggaz know C-Note, know how to shine

Take a fo' and a half, turn it to a nine

Up early in the morning late, on the grind

She be bringing me the do', like all the time

She know how to get paid, how to keep the cash

I can ball in the mall, cause I keep a stash

For my boy Big Dez, I'ma keep the mash

'Fore you roll the endo, gotta mix the hash

Pop trunk on glass, I stay on the go

Nigga gotta get the cream, gotta get the do'

And I move like Ikeim, when I'm the flo'

Know I'm Third Coast born, when I'm at my show

Nigga black hat black, and know about the napsack

Meet you in the hallway, show me where the crack at

Nigga move the wrong way, nigga I'ma pop that

Fresh off the showroom flo', try to top that

[Hook x2]

[C-Note:]

See me on the Boulevard, rolling the chrome

Gotta know that it's on, when I'm in the zone

When a lot of females, come on the phone

Wanna take a few shots, or they go Patrone

C-Note that's me, in VIP

And my name on the streets, know I'm B-I-G

And I still hold it down, for the S.U.C.

Know them boys out there, be hating me

Ain't no fake in me, ain't no erasing me

I'ma do it for my fans, that kept faith in me

And I know that the funds, be casing me

Everytime I'm in the club, sipping bubbly

Don't trouble me, cause I keep the eagle

I'm a king on the streets, know to wrap it legal

With a 6 by 9's, up in the Regal

That's if I'm in your blast, up out the speakers

Mo' dope than beakers, keep on Nike sneakers

Till they free Big Smudge, tell 'em that's my people

When my nigga touch down, it will be legal

And the boy not guilty, that's the sequel

Give me a blunt, and I'll light it up

Psycho Bob Marly, that's tight as fuck

Got the purple in dope, go on roll it up

Got the purple in your cup, go on po' it up

Nigga show up blow up, nigga don't throw up

Boys act bad down South, man hold up

Rims when I roll up, bills when I fold up

Diamonds on the rim dog, see me when I stroll up

[Hook x4]

[C-Note:]

Houston, L.A. (they know how to get paid)

Pen State to the Tre, (they know how to get paid)

Detroit, New York (they know how to get paid)

East coast, West coast (they know how to get paid)

Down South, Midwest (they know how to get paid)

M-I-A, G.A. (they know how to get paid)

Worldwide, overseas (they know how to get paid)

Everybody making G's, (they know how to get paid)

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