Getting Paid

Aye two stones, gotta break down a boulder I'm not rich porter, you cannot afford her, need two loans

No we not tryna race I just steady my pace on a 90 day run with no shoes on

I can't cry bout a bitch, like my tears gotta switch and I know i don't miss i just move on

I been floating away, while I'm smoking a J, guess we all MIA cus we too gone

Can't hear my phone ring I ain't marry that bitch so i bet if you call I won't answer

I'm keeping it cool, he can't do what i do, I fuck bad bitches, he lower his standards

She told me she hungry, and I feed her good, now all that she need is her manners

I'm feeling like whiteboy cus I am a white boy that came with the bag like I'm santa

Just pose for the camera, I know you can't stand her, it's a whole lot of wock in this fanta

Better double your price, I been up the whole night with a freaky lil bitch from Atlanta

I was drinking and smoking, she gagging and choking, another one down now I'm hammered