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get paid - dg the mob lyrics

[verse 1: peezy mercury]
smacked off a cali cart
skating like a motherf*cker
never text my exes back
never snitched on one of my brothers
never tried to drive unsober
we as violent as costa nostra
spitting like i’m nostradamus
you n*ggas some culture vultures!

[mountain mxn]
i’m a self*made man, i don’t run on a plan
i’ma do what i want, you gon’ do what you can
i gave all my attention to these bands
but i ain’t worried about flexing
i’m just tryna lend a hand*

[tony vaez]
i’m medusa with these words
watch you freeze in place
b*tch stole my heart, now i’m running spades
b*tch a black hole; i don’t f*ck with sp*ce
b*tch i’m full of sh*t, i’m constipated contemplating
clip in this b*tch, i done made it automated

[jarcitty]
i’m dumb, obviously numb
come h*ll or high water
the guy in the back who you ought to avoid
got ya paranoid in ya head: schizophrenic
feeling bat sh*t crazy
a psychotic psychopath
[chorus: de4th di4ry]
f*ck what you say, i’m tryna get paid
from the south to the east coast
and the bay
i got ya baby, she all at my place
if you ain’t dg: get the f*ck out my face! x2

[verse 2: jarcitty]
get out my way before i rock sh*t
knock em out their socks and their sockets
rock em sock em, b*tch i got this
empty banks give no thanks
i want it so i bought ten, with a baddie b*tch like
“who the f*ck is you?”
dipped off in the caddy, too*da*loo
towards the sunset like it’s the
old west, b*tch boy don’t contest
show you sh*t you haven’t seen
like it’s budapest
who are you? you a pest

[mountain mxn]
there’s more to me than what you see
life feels make*believe
need to wake up out this dream
even though i’m low on sleep
i really don’t know how to feel
is this fake or is it real?
satan tell me what’s the deal
drugs are my achilles heel
it’s four in the morning and i’m drowning in my past
i use it as motivation not to come in last
i entertain my thoughts, then i take another drag
i pour out my heart, while i go and chase a bag
[chorus: de4th di4ry]
f*ck what you say, i’m tryna get paid
from the south to the east coast
and the bay
i got ya baby, she all at my place
if you ain’t dg: get the f*ck out my face! x2

[interlude: mountain mxn, peezy mercury, jarcitty, & de4th di4ry]
hold on wait a minute
y’all thought we was done? (nah, nah, nah)
(real sh*t bruh, i couldn’t een tell ya)
h*ll nah! we just getting started!

[verse 3: peezy mercury]
i’m at bro’s crib
i’m eating all his snacks
zooted balooted on his carpet
watching money stack
i flipped some shoes, just to fund my f*cking dream
now the whole gang on the move
and you can call us money team (ugh)
g*shock watch on
wallet with no money in it
trapping out my black sedan
it’s aight, my windows tinted
you know that your swag is rented
i know all my b*tches vintage
you n*ggas get in a jam
start singing like y’all new edition
understand i’ve got the vision
me and mine is on a mission
dripping water like i’m p*ssing
smart enough to go to princeton
with a swag that you would k!ll for
and they f*ckin shot my brother
so you know it’s real (ugh)
[tony vaez]
waiting for sh*t that never comes
deadbeat fathers grab their guns
mother runs
another son
talking that sh*t: get hit with four fives
like mj, give you a fatality: mk

[chorus: de4th di4ry]
f*ck what you say, i’m tryna get paid
from the south to the east coast
and the bay
i got ya baby, she all at my place
if you ain’t dg: get the f*ck out my face! x2

[verse 4: mountain mxn]
everything you hear that i say
yeah, it’s true
out with the old, i’m coming in with the new
mix it up a little bit, cause the beat is old school
if you ain’t getting that bread then what the h*ll
you finna do?

[jarcitty]
test, ya get an f, but go ahead: talk nonsense
in the end? i’ll be counting franklins
you’ll be counting cents
does it make sense? i’m a go*getter
you’re a bed wetter, my girl gave head better
but i still gave your girl my favorite sweater
told her try harder
for a starter: be smarter
get off your hands and your knees
she agrees, and i preach my religions
i’m an author writing superstitions
saying f*ck opposition
came from a flying saucer, big head, big brain
brought sauce, spaghetti
you ready?
yuh

[chorus: de4th di4ry]
f*ck what you say, i’m tryna get paid
from the south to the east coast
and the bay
i got ya baby, she all at my place
if you ain’t dg: get the f*ck out my face! x2 (spits)

- dg the mob lyrics

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