B'zaro - Paid | Текст песни

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Like about to bust a nut, I'm comin'
With a bank account like
Mr. Drummons, money in piles like haystacks
Some of it so dirty you couldn't clean it with A-jax
From heists to hijacks from hits

For hundred thousand dollar splits,
and hundred dollar bill counterfeits
It's all about livin' luxurious
Aren't you curious to
What it might be like to live phat
In a big ass crib that costs a million duckets flat

Shorties on the lawn getting naked, check it
Becomin' one with the earth and dnacin' to Wyld Kingdom records
While I'm maxin in the sun for fun
Drinkin' with the alcoholiks and smokin' mad izm

Like the blast masta KRS-1 for real
I'm blessed with money but makin' it takes skills
So throw your hands in the air if you're paid
Not givin' a fuck how your cash flow is made

* Throw your hands in the air if you're paid
Not givin' a fuck how your cash flow is made

* Repeat (x3)

I put my hands to the clouds because I'm paid
Walkin' round me dreadlock fuck Sinead O'connor,
Donner, blitzen and I got hits in
The North Pole supported by shady elves
And toy makers

On parole, I hang with crazy niggaz
In bubble jackets and Fila boots
And Tommy Hilfigers
Doin' it like we want to
11 years of patience plus persistence
Went the distance like Balboa

Flow a, little bit off and back on
Word is born, I'm gone with the wind
Whatever is dealin' with cas flow count me in
If you're Japanese break out the yen

Here is the top ten most requested
Majestic boodah blested style non-contested
And you wonder why my bank account's infested
With a million green paper insects invested

* Repeat (x4)

Moolah! the root of all evil, I'm rich
While you was havin' problems with your itch
She was at my house doin' the butterfly in a G-string
Takin' this stiff in her skins like a bee sting

On the floor, expensive fur rug
Let her feel extravagant and drink the wine before I dug
I'm obsessed with money
Abraham Lincoln fills my pocket,
Susan B. Anthony's my honey

Funny, how people treat you when you're filthy
Most niggaz try to be my boy and shorties try to milk me
Till thee champagne to maintain
I reign like King David so all that nonsense save it

As long as this earth rotate on axis
I'm keepin' receipts for write-offs on income taxes
So hail King Anthony,
financially stable
Out on my own record label
(And it don't stop)

* Repeat (x4)

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