4EP LILJ - Young paid Nigga (feat. Additup)

Ha, paid, ha paid,
Baby, it ain't trickin' if I got it cause I'm on it
I'm a young paid rich nigga, blow me, don't stop it till I'm yawnin
High off this cup, she keep askin' why I'm pourin

Baby, stop with all them questions, shake that ass, keep all goin
Rolling eighthy after eight, I'm still high but keep on smokin
Back to back and plus this drink, and you know I got that potion
On my baby smooth shit, the franchise keep me goin

Play my shit up in the club, we poppin' bottles to the mornin
Tell lil baby, turn me up and shake that shit right
We gon' make it rain, dubs, fuck it put you on that flight
And I'm makin' money by the way, and we travel different states

And we eat in different states, huh
Yeah, we drivin' Hellcats and scat packs cause they great
I tune em up right every time we do the race
It's a high speed chase, a guarantee we get away, huh

Yeah, a guarantee we get away
Yeah, I fuck with all my niggas here from different religions
But I'm fucking with my Muslims, finna show you how we get it, huh
Yeah, as-salamu alaykum, alaykum as-salam

If you don't know just why I'm trippin', just know what I'm on
Cause we comin' through, we trippin', we droppin' them bombs
I'm a young paid nigga by the way, if you ain't know
Yeah, they call me Lil' J

Let me show you somethin', I can spin a lil' cake
But you gotta show me that you know how to stack a 100K
And then that you loyal cause that love shit be fake
If I ask for 20 G's, gon' be a smile on your face

Bet not say you love me if you ain't down to split that pape
That bitch, she fagged off, but I knew I was gon' be great
And now I got like 20 when she lookin' at my chain
Yeah, I know she hurt, like Lamar singing you can't stop the rain

I've been upgraded, yeah, I've been far from basic
I can't fuck with you lame-ass niggas who be hatin
Yeah, shit turn to envy in y'all eyes, y'all be snaking', nigga
Huh, huh, huh, paid, paid, paid

As-salamu alaykum, alaykum as-salam
They tried to talk down on the dead, the reason he gone
Add It Up the one and only, you know what I'm on
He had to sip that cup slow cause he know that it's strong

Got off the phone with Lil' J, he brought the bag in
Had to go through broke shit, but that was back then
They be movin' like I'm Nipsey, brought some racks in
So I solve problems with a Uzi or a Mac-10

And they been movin' like they gangsta, time to tell the truth
When they put bullets in your brother, you ain't let it loose
And they find out they nigga tellin', they still got they back
And I find out my nigga tellin', I'm gon' leave him flat

But anyways, enough of that, I'm floatin' off this pack
They puttin' pussy over family, type of shit is that
Won't believe a bitch is doin' for a 30 stack
They tried to slide and hit my brother, he done 30'd back

They tried to slide up on my brother, he done 30'd back paid, paid, paid

Written by:
Adam Algahim, Joshua Barnett

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