Mayalino - Gotta Stay Paid Feat. Bun B & Max Minelli lyrics

rate me

Roll up a simmons, rob his chain and take his pennies

They only learning this the hard way, so half a brick up in the hallway

I’m wearing jordans cause I’m balling, look at my hoes I’m making profit

Call that 8 ball corner pocket,

You hear me chewing up these artists

I keep my jewelries in the hand gun polish

Drive some stacks and get my shooters couple targets

I keep it real homie this gangster shit regardless

Pretty cockly mean spa, beat the pussy till she tired

Spray my con put them foes up in my tie

Hitting the barracks like a speed bad

Go faster than the beans, I would never buy a c class

I put this space in his place out this world

Slow it down for my dj Robert herbs

[Hook] x 2

Money to be made, I gotta stay paid

Money to be made, I gotta stay paid

The game sharper than a motherfucking razor blade

Money over everything, I gotta stay paid

Say man I’m dripped out and draped up, pockets all caked up

Game was sleeping on me till I made them boys waked up

Shit I mean woked up, cause I’ve been a g ever since then thangs

With a tenant key in the cut, thangs spoke up

Don’t attend the parking lot, the ass folded smoked up

Jays under tickets and you know my face is loaked up

Take your bapa home and like on facebook, she’s poked up

I send her back to you deep down and stroked up

I’m in these streets to get this bread and stack a loaf

Living my life by the g code, everyday I take the oath

To keep it trill, if you ain’t like that then get back from me homes

I make it hard to find your bitch ass like galaxy phones, come on

I’m too grown for all this baby shit, I gots to get this paper

Know with fans I made this bitch, we on the grind

Bun b and mayalino, when we tryina stack way more than a c note

Cause it’s money to be made

[Hook] x 2

Money to be made, I gotta stay paid

Money to be made, I gotta stay paid

The game sharper than a motherfucking razor blade

Money over everything, I gotta stay paid

Pop another bottle, drink another drink up

I’m supposed to stop but fuck it, I just can’t

I’m standing on the couch, I ain’t got no home train

This shit feel good nigga, really can’t explain it

I’m looking at the top, it’s where a nigga aiming

Wearing dollar sign up, that’s what a nigga claiming

We are not the same and, nigga you a lamey

I’m a fuck of g, I got a brain full of game yeah

I’m sitting on the best, I’m pissing out stress

30k a piece and chain hanging on my chest

Nigga I’m ice and my kicks kinda pricey

You know heart of the king, yea that crown fit me nicely

Now the game, there’s my wifey

Money is my bitch, real is my religion, know a nigga never switch

Sign of the cross, that line if you cross

Will be your last time, that’s the sound of a boss

Black money connor, on the mable connor

I done made a mill fucking with them out of towner

My wrist on freeze, nigga if you sneeze,

I got goons that will squeeze, chop you down like some trees

[Hook] x 2

Money to be made, I gotta stay paid

Money to be made, I gotta stay paid

The game sharper than a motherfucking razor blade

Money over everything, I gotta stay paid.