I'm Gettin' Paid Songtext

I'm this bitch with The Game
Sixty whole racks for the chain
They're singing my shit all in Spain
Got off my ass and I made me a name
Young nigga runnin' with mobsters
We eatin' shrimp, steak, and lobster
And we don't fuck with imposters
I spend a rack on some joggers
I'm in LA like a Dodger
Bad bitches all on my roster
Sippin' on lean, need a doctor
I poured an eight in a bottle
Pull up and hop out, I'm proper
Christian Dior, no Prada
Top of the year, I'm 'bout to hop on a Lear
Bend that ass over, I fuck from the rear
Finna sleep in the air and I don't gotta steer
Broke with no money, you cannot get near
Sipping on lean, I'm not drinking no beer I talk about hundreds, I don't want to hear
I'm tryna stack up a milly and grind
Been working so hard, I know it's my time
They do not want me to shine, I gotta keep me a nine
I can't be wasting my time, I gotta get it, I grind for what's mine
I can't be pouring up lines, I buy me a pint every time they come 'round
Keep it flat like I'm Santana, pour up a deuce in a Fanta
Ballin' on niggas with handles
Fresh as a bitch for the cameras

I'ma clean up like a maid, every day I'm gettin' paid
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade
We was just thumbin' through cash
And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid
I can't be makin' no minimum wage
Used to be broke now we all on the stage

Yeah, runnin' up the cars, them hood fights in the park
Hotboxin' it get dark nigga, can't post his picture, he done robbed nigga
I'm standing all on stage nigga, dub a show gettin' paid nigga
Do that shit like every day, that's a hundred forty every week
My trap house on peak, my lil homies gon' sleep
[?] 'partment on Spark Street, so you know we pulled up deep
Lil homie on the X pill, runnin' 'round on percocets and he geeked
And he keep draco on the sheet, he just want to rock a young nigga sleep
Paid for her to get an abortion, I made her treat me important
I been ridin' around in Porsches, I'm addicted to lean, I keep pourin' it
They didn't let me get in, now I'm going in
Get my money together, it's flowing in
Get my army together, we going in
I was good for this shit, I was sworn in
Free throw line, I'ma hit mine
Sit on recline, me and G5
On the top of the clouds, me and Fadey
On a private jet, nigga we made it
When the people see me they go crazy
Got these bankrolls on me, I ain't changing

I'ma clean up like a maid, every day I'm gettin' paid
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade
We was just thumbin' through cash
And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid
I can't be makin' no minimum wage
Used to be broke now we all on the stage