RICO BRUCKSHOT - Paid In Full X Saccks

Keep that shit low-key, Tay
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I remember it was times I was broke as hell
Grabbin' small quarters just to make the ten

But one thing about it, I stood all ten
Now every couple days, I can tuck a ten
Never talk down on my dawg, I switch on my mans
Cause I'm loyal to the game, that ain't how we flex

Hunnid round chopper, they know how we live
I never ran off with no grams, I told all my friends
I never took the stand, I never point a hand
I stuck to the plan, they got me some bands

Bein' Franks and them Gramps, they my only friends
I done been broke before, I ain't goin' again
Ayy, now niggas know I got that roll on me
Made a nigga bitch when she seen that roll on me

But if that bitch ain't strippin', can't get a slug from me
40XD pussy nigga, catch a slug from me
It's always niggas talkin' down, that's tryin' to hold somethin'
It's always niggas talkin' dope, who ain't sold nothin'

It's always niggas talkin' down, that don't know nothin'
It's always niggas talkin' money, but can't show nothin'
I don't wanna shine, let's trap the whole summer
Eyes burnin' when I chop the whole onion

Million dollar stove in the kitchen, I don't use the oven
I be fleein' from the law, I ain't used to cuffin'
I don't need no keys for this whip, I just push the button
My country boys will break your head, they used to huntin'

We all strapped with AKs, these bitches rushin'
But I can hit you with a bat, cause I'm used to hustlin'
These niggas all lies, they used to bluffin'
Put your bitch on the road, she used to stuffin'

If them people with the dough, we used to flushin'
Had to cut some niggas off, I used to trust them
Give me my money
Right here, man

I ain't got it right now, man
You ain't got it
No ribs
Come on, bitch

No ribs, no rice, no champagne
You don't eat nothin'
Look at me, I don't get my money, man
That ain't my money, man

Don't you men send G's, cause I ain't givin' them their food back
Ain't no more soy sauce, nigga
That's five, man
What the fuck you mean, this is five, man

Let me get real fast, bitch
I'ma give you the dough when I get back to the crib
Five, man
I'm payin' for your paper bag games and shit

You better keep out, motherfucker
You better keep out, motherfucker
This motherfucker rich as shit, actin' like he ain't got $10,000
You just burned anyway, cause you lost, man

I took your money, man

Written by:
Jeremy Pickett

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