Blink Money - Get Paid lyrics
rate me(feat. French Montana, Papoose & Chinx Drugz)
Hook:
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Walk like, talk like money!
Eyes down, snow man
Keeps two, he man.
Stay fly, great spare
See no-s, see spares
Shit crazy, mad man
Adolescent wars, space man!
Got balls, bitch man
Power pills, batman
See me stunting, stunt man
You’re always stunting, punk man!
Tough old boy, bang man
First from the topics, two…
From the block, postman
Hook:
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
Game all locked, everything’s so locked
All my niggas on top, why you think the bitch on top?
I came from the bottom to the top like a …
Had to make a couple errands that a nigga don’t do it!
I knew, I knew, coke boys with the niggas
Now all my wrist and chain about 300.
Oh, cold steel on the hermits, though
My niggas selling… you niggas on the show!
Shwaty busted wide open, told me, slide her in
That shit at a show room will be riding in.
Got hundred chains on me and all the bitches blinking
You know I fuck with blink and my niggas blinking.
Hook:
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
You get money, I’ve got the …
True religion, now was in my old closet.
Robbing jeans with the stone pockets
I’m so fly, I need a co-pilot!
Niggas ahead, they’re putting work and say they’ve got your bail
But when it’s time to holler at you, man, they not gonna yell
You could have bailed yourself out, homie time will tell
When you was in the streets, man you should have got your mail
You say you got the jails locked, but that’s not your jail
Your man’s broke, they can’t even pay Taco’s bail
If I shut you on some work that you…
You deserve to get jerked if you don’t got your scale.
Get money!
Hook:
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
That good smoke, our coffee
That new Benz, our pockets
New bitch with me, she barefooted on…
I spit game but I charge it
That… I dodge it
Go school, my nigga blink
We rolling on, two hundred!
That new Rory I’m wheeling
We’re on blocks, we’re dealing
You started from the floor and now your money at the ceiling,
Put some money on your head, get out of line!
If my niggas said he got my back, than he my spine
But put you on recline, counting money fucking hoes
Styling all these niggas, spend a fortune on these clothes, that’s right!
That coke boy, that blink in, my riffle out, my shit stinks
My bank account like ten blinks, I only care what your bitch think!
Hook:
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
I’m getting paid, getting to this money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
Get money, get, get, get money
Get paid, get, get, get money!
Get paid, get, get, get money!
