Young Dolph – Get Paid lyrics

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

[Verse 1]
Rule number 1, get the money first
Rule number 2, don’t forget to get the money
Play by these rules and everything will be okay
Still in my trap, flipping my Frito-Lays
Go get the money, it ain’t nothing else important to me
I showed her a Xanax, she hurried up and took
I fucked her so good, she got up and started cooking
Rolling up big blunts, and a pound of cookies
If yeen got 40 bands, then you can’t book me
Pulled up on the side of your bitch, she wouldn’t stop looking
That bitch good as tooken, good as gone
I guarantee tonight my nigga, that bitch ain’t coming home
I got money to count, I got bitches to fuck
I got packs to flip, pistols to bust
When I was small, I ain’t have nothing
Started selling dope, and prayed to God for a plug
He showed up and said

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

[Verse 2]
Get paid nigga, get paid bitch
You on some rich nigga shit, we on the same shit
Me and my Memphis Grizzly partners fuck the same bitches
The only difference is I’m a trap nigga
Don’t you hear it in my voice when I rap nigga?
I’m on South Beach with E Feezy throwing stacks nigga
Turn to the match nigga, facts nigga
She met me for the first time, didn’t know how to act nigga
Double R, parked in my motherfucking front yard
Trap jumping like the motherfucking Million Man March
If she ain’t got a fat ass, the she can’t get up in this car
I can tell if that ass real or fake by how she walk

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

2Pac – Starring Through My Rearview (feat. E.D.I & Yaki Kadafi) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

[Intro: 2Pac]
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Just lookin’ back at the world
From another level, you know what I mean? Starin’

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin’ cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin’
Last night two kids shot while the whole block starin’
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me
Product of a dyin’ breed; all my homies tryin’ weed
Now the little babies crazed, raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy
Listen, through the intermissions, search your heart for a plan
And we turnin’ bad boys to grown men, it’s on again
I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin’ with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
To the end, my friend, I’m seein’ nothin’ but my dreams comin’ true
While I’m starin’ at the world through my rearview
See, I’m seein’ nothin’ but my dreams comin’ true
While I’m starin’ at the world through my rearview

[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin’ at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast ’cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beatin’ fast ’cause it’s time to die
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
And all my motherfuckers

[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]
Now you see him, now you don’t
Some niggas be here for the moment, and then they gone
What happened to ’em?
Well, let’s see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the truest
Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?
While you thinkin’ I see you lost up in my rearview
Hear you is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I’m through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin’ until our dreams come through
Starin’ at the world through my rearview

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now, I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin’ days in this livin’ black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for protection
Niggas hate me in the section, from years of chin-checkin’
Turn to Smith & Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father, I’m a soldier
I’m gettin’ hotter ’cause the world’s gettin’ colder
Baby, let me hold ya: talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run, look at my bitches!

[Bridge: 2Pac]
Now I know the answers to the question
“Do dreams come true?”
Still starin’ at the world through my rearview
I said, now I know the answer
“Do dreams come true?”
Starin’ at the world through my rearview
Nigga Kadafi say

[Verse 3: Kadafi]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks
‘Cause fiends hittin’ up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin’ rules to these streets
Somethin’ I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit for the piece
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed, bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit’s deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin’ my dough
So while you reminiscin’ all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I’m starin’ through your rearview

[Outro: 2Pac]
Hahahaha, you ain’t knowin’ what we mean by starin’ through the rearview. So, since you ain’t knowin’ what we mean, let me break down understandin’ the world… The world is behind us. Once a motherfucker get an understandin’ on the game, and what the levels and the rules of the game is, then the world ain’t no trick no more, the world is a game to be played. So, now we lookin’ at the world from, like, behind us. Niggas know what we gotta do: just gotta put our mind to it and do it. It’s all about the papers, money rule the world. Bitches make the world go round. Real niggas do what they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can.

[Hook repeats until end]