Get Paid - Vince Staples, Desi Mo

Get paid

Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip

I been robbin' since a kid, gettin' paid

Dollars for the rent, get change for the chains

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Get paid

Tomorrow never come

I’m on the block all night 'til the sun come up

I can sleep when I’m done

Four deep, five seats, three guns

Hopped out—"Nigga, where you from?"

Long clip, gun aimed, don’t run

On Crip, I need your funds

The money gettin' low, finna run up in the store

Freaky bitches tryna ho, I’ma put 'em on the stroll

Niggas snitchin' on the low, never talkin' on the phone («Hello?»)

That’s why them niggas screamin', «Free Big Meech»

Not me, nigga, fuck police

Split a pig nigga wig for the boy SD

Money-motivated in the LBC, come and holla at me

Get paid

Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip

I been robbin' since a kid, gettin' paid

Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Get paid

Lemme tell you what the OGs told us—

Money over bitches, keep your head on your shoulders

Pussy leave a lot of niggas dead, if you notice

Big-booty cuties be the coldest, cobras

Sittin' in the lawn of the fortress, coolin'

Baby wardrobe all award-show, boujee

Think you could hit that?

Nigga, you stupid

Better get your racks up 'fore you start choosin'

Rag on my face, hat on me say «Yankees»

Safe in the floor, K to your dome, pay me

Watch where you go flossin' them gold Daytons

Come to the Norf, my niggas gon' Caine 'em

Sellin' cocaine with my daddy out the Days Inn

Nothin' but a G thang, dollars in the G-string

Long as she gon' make it, she gon' shake it

Money puttin' niggas in the Matrix, face it

Get paid

Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip

I been robbin' since a kid, gettin' paid

Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Ayy, get paid, get paid

Get paid

Sellin' pussy on the stroll, ugh

Sellin' highs for the low, ugh

Runnin' in somebody home, ugh

Money is the means of control, ugh