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now that i'm paid - game lyrics

[intro: mele]
{fire!} ooooh-nooo
now that i’m paid, yeahh
oooooh-whooooo~!
[rick ross:]
ridin in a cab, but i’m dreamin of a slab
fifteen ounces at a time, p-ssy n-gg- do the math
ten nice chains, “prince” like “james”
the day i made the stack in the trap my life changed
y’all rides swingaz; we ride daytons
it don’t matter where you from (uhh) haters stay hatin
keep the windows tinted, artillery when i’m in it
whip it in the kitchen before hillary became a clinton
-ssholes by nature, cash flow is major
in the old school, off m-codes of kroger’s
started with a crumb, and turned it to a brick
they were calling me a b-m, my turn – i’m the sh-t (ha!)
razor flip things, age of fifteen (h-llo!)
parked the chevy in that thang, glazed like krisp’ kreme
rolls on the wrist when the shows ain’t exist
now my money long enough to put the 4’s on the 6 (boss!)
[chorus: mele]
i pulled up front to the club
with the do’s in the sky (and now that i’m paid)
i shut down the mall like a boss
cause i gotta be fly (and now that i’m paid, yeah)
pop all the bottles i want
models i want, to hit ’em and do it cause
i’m gettin all of this money
ain’t n-body gon’ stop me, now that i’m paid
[the game:]
duffels full of franklins, carpoolin with boss
army medal on that burgundy ghost, f-ck what it cost
umbrellas in the doors, audemars in the dash
wale in that ferrari but this phantom on his -ss~!
we gon’ spend this money, it’s whatever, let them things pop
kids gon’ be aight cause daddy invested in wingstop
money and residuals comin like it’s a ritual
drinking this liquid money, them bottles gon’ be invisible
f-ck the rest of you petty cash n-gg-z, i’m invincible
glocks identical, remove n-gg-z from the physical
smokin that dual exhaust; flossin, f-ckin them haters
and finger f-ckin the waitress while sippin this ace of spades
i’m throwin money for nothin, hawaiian kush i be puffin
sharin hoes with my crew while these other n-gg-z be cuffin
know she love that money game, stay f-ckin with double m
think a n-gg- ’bout to put her in that bubble benz
don’t let the devil in!
[chorus]
[interlude: mele]
f-ck you n-gg-z, we’ve got all these hoes
(we got all these hoes)
all this money, let me put you on
(all this money in my hand)
i said f-ck you n-gg-z
we got all these hoes
all this money, let me put you on
(let me put you on)
[chorus]

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