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Styles A Gangster And A Gentleman Get Paid Can Holiday get some of this motherfucking paper around here please? Shit, I'm fucked up I aint the lyin type [Brodhead Kids] Can I get paid I'm just tryin to make some cash I'm just tryin to make some cash [Verse 1] I told you I ball for dope I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin hauler notes Spendin 200 G's in the fall for coats You could call me alotta things but don't call me broke and I told you I bust my steel I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to fuck up your deal but I told you I make my bail I'm at home in the alcohol bath tryin to shake the jail and I'm pickin up my automatics, automatically I got a bad habit, makin people mad at me Dog, I'm just tryin to get paid Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run and get laid Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal Got to get my head right 'fore I fly to Brazil Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up [HOOK: The Brodhead Kids] Can I get paid I'm just tryin to make some cash I'm just tryin to make some cash Can I get paid I'm just tryin to make some cash I'm just tryin to make some cash [Verse 2] Dog, you'd be pleased to kick it I'ma call up my NBA niggas get some season tickets Catch me in the skybox in any arena I won't be happy til I cop my niggas 50 medinas But I'm tryin to be realistic, and I get really twisted So I'm settlin for seventy beamers Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets One on one so I can get some real cake Tryin to see my shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self so you know I'm still pitchin the boy and the niggas need lottery numbers Charge this ?? freak DeCalis and Hummers Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones and if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin up in the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up [HOOK] [Verse 3] I kill lemonade peeps It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri and the lemonade seats Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies Doublin and flippin You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen That's why I keep the 45 government edition sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat The big screen is crazy and I'm lovin the conditions I got a vision and it's cash involved Can I get paid, or you get sprayed It be the only damn question that I'm askin y'all, what up [HOOK] |
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