Lil Durk and King Louie - I Get Paid

(Another Fya Starta production)
Shout out to OTF
It's the kid Sean Mac, this shit soundin' good, nigga
Haha, Lil Durk let's work
Drill city, what up? (Mac)

Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money (Sean Mac, come here), money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get, Sean Mac, come here)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) (Mac)

She say her ass be bungee jumpin'
See say she don't run from nothin' (let's get it)
She say she Rack City chick
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Bop out nothin' less than that
You a square, check a map
Been in this shit since '92, all I know is check a bag
OT, yeah bitch, fuck the opps (yeah)
Call me soda, I'ma pop
From your bitch, I want her top (haha)
'Til I'm dead, I won't stop
Hatin' fool can't trust a bitch (let's get it)
He'll tell, he the cops
I get money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Give her that shit, get me (laid)
Kick your door, it's not a stain (yeah)
Not a raise from a stain
Gucci shades
True religion, Prada lace (Prada lace)
Coolin' through the hottest days (days)
Beat the street with choppa blades
Rob who? Get choppa blade (ma-man down)
OG traps ain't hand down
.30 got her hand clapped (clap)
Get your mans Saran wrapped
Now he gone, TIP (haha)
It's a drill, no TIP
Get money 'til I R.I.P (get it)
I can't fuck with CPD (CPD)
I'm sucka free, MTV (MTV)

Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid, aye)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)

MUBU Band Gang (what?)
Bitch, I do my damn thang
Mixing dope with champaign
These fuck boys so damn lame (goofy)
.30 with the beam aim
Me, folks, and your bitch
Shit to me, that mean train (what?)
Spin the bitch with good game (word)
Oh, I ball like hood gang (ballin')
Gold bottles like trophies (ayy)
This press start, need no keys (vroom)
Bandin' up with my rollies (yeah)
Load up off a four-piece (what?)
On my iPhone, nine-piece (trillin')
Freak bitch, she a dime piece
King Louie, I'm a God, ho (Amen)
Stunt hard and get robbed, bro (what?)
Flow harder than Chicago (what?)
I'm Lou Park they Chicago (yeah)
MUBU, that's the motto (what?)
Machine gun, that's auto (yeah)
V12, money, pronto (ayy)
Leave a nigga with a halo if he try to test like Ron though (okay)
Drillin' it with this Congo (yeah)
Shorty drillin' like Rambo (what?)
.30 rounds, shot ammo (woo)
I get bitches, and dope (what?)
Real shit what I stand for (yeah)
Bitch wanna ride me like a handle (what?)
Give me head like shampoo (what?)
'Cause I get paid, asshole (yeah)

Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get paid)

(I-I, I get paid)
(I-I, I get paid)
(I-I, I get paid)
(I-I, I get paid)

Written by:
Durk D. Banks

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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