[Intro] <br />Yeah, haha, what? Big shit nigga <br />Haha, a hunnid or nothing, look, leggo <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say <br />She drop it on the floor and this money on the way <br />I say I'm, bitch I'm paid that's all I gotta say <br />When you talk about that money pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake <br />I say ya, bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say <br />When the media talk about a nigga, just smoke a blunt and roll up <br />Bitch I'm paid it's all I gotta say <br />Living every fucking day like Judgement Day, leggo <br /> <br />[Verse 1] <br />I'm grinding hard but this money is calling the shots <br />Got that big bank and this money long and they sticking they hand in my pot <br />With this Rolex I bowflex and my ears looking like Rocky <br />Better better gon' head with that bullshit cause I am something you not <br />Better put your hands up if you wanna knuckle up, take you for that ride better buckle up <br />I got bands up for them dancers, when your shift is up come fuck with us <br />It’s a real nigga affair ‘cause them real niggas in here <br />Girl better get up on me 'fore a real nigga disappear <br />Got that ghost outside waiting, not that popo, cameras hating <br />Got my shades on, nigga wanna talk that shit I'm elevating <br />All my ladies celebrating <br />If my bitches catch you slipping you’ll be tied up in my basement, no location that shit cray <br />Ha, what you mean I'm big headed? Oh you talking 'bout my dick <br />What you mean that shit petty? Oh you talking 'bout my bitch <br />Talking bout I'm a light bright, you talking 'bout my wrist <br />Didn't know I could rap right? Nah, but this that shit <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Verse 2] <br />Y'all not cooperating, my occupation is to occupy all these nations <br />Communication with your lady in my new Mercedes <br />I'm riding down with my top down <br />Too much smoke up in her weave, better let that shit air out, yikes <br />Better give me that nana, call me dada and I'll be papa <br />I'mma be your cookie monster, gold ticket like a nigga Willy Wonka <br />But you know a nigga really want you, bang bang I do the damn thing <br />But then I hit it again and it make a bitch roll up, haha <br />I own this necklace, matter of fact all of this my shit <br />That’s my ring, that’s my Range, I'mma 'bout to make your bitch my bitch <br />I said money ain't never no issue, crying niggas gon' take a tissue <br />It’s crazy in the club the night and nigga we ain't seen you <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Outro] <br />Nigga got me tipsy, I'm slowly leaning <br />Looking at her titties, she high beaming <br />She looking at my chain but, all she really want is my semen <br />I'mma let her get it, right on the face clear it up like Noxzema <br />Now a nigga like me I can do a rap song any day of the week <br />Singing ass nigga tatted up though ladies know I'm a freak <br />You know I'm a freak, you know I'm a freak <br />It's Breezy bitch yikes a nigga cold on the beat, yikes, cold as ice, yikes, Breezy
