K-Baller - He's Paid

K-Baller, yeah
Hold up, yo, this one's fire
Ayo, Trez, you run it up, Let's go, yeah
From the bottom to the top, now I'm lit
And it's crazy, thought there's nothing that I'd get
But I don't got no time for disrespect
Now you comin' back and flexin' on my ex
Now look at K-Baller, he's paid
To a boss, he came straight from a lame
Now my check look like there's a typo
Now that bitch look like I gave it life, oh
Now I'm workin' on an album, it's the fourth one in a row
You can't steal my shine, cause I been gettin' all this glow
Give me another year and I'll be flexin' on the road
So give me another year and I'll be flexin' all this dough
Poppin' off to a star
Brand new Lamborghini cars
From Pluto to Mars
Shout out all my brothers cause now they be flexin' up
They be right next to me cause they know I'm gonna win this cup
Talkin' shit, sting you like a bumblebee
Whole squad behind me, I don't think you wanna fuck with me
But I'll show you some fun if you wanna come have fun with me
Up to the sun
From the bottom to the top, now I'm lit
And it's crazy, thought there's nothing that I'd get
But I don't got no time for disrespect
Now you comin' back and flexin' on my ex
Now look at K-Baller, he's paid
To a boss, he came straight from a lame
Now my check look like there's a typo
Now that bitch look like I gave it life, oh
Shit be hot, but I turn it with an AC
Lil' baby crazy, she wanna call me baby
I ain't bout that right now, I'm kickin' like the 80s
Keep a rubber by my side, I ain't tryna have babies
Scoring one, two, three, I'm the GOAT
Give me the ball, I'm hittin' the most
Hittin' the three, then I'm givin' a toast
Four and a four, givin' back the oath
Yeah, check up the check, give me the neck
I won't put tax on my wrist, okay
Gotta be countin' up bands all day
Talkin' shit, sting you like a bumblebee
Whole squad behind me, I don't think you wanna fuck with me
But I'll show you some fun if you wanna come have fun with me
Up to the sun
From the bottom to the top, now I'm lit
And it's crazy, thought there's nothing that I'd get
But I don't got no time for disrespect
Now you comin' back and flexin' on my ex
Now look at K-Baller, he's paid
To a boss, he came straight from a lame
Now my check look like there's a typo
Now that bitch look like I gave it life, oh

Written by:
Kaleb Barnes, Nathan Barnes

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