CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Paid in Full
Like to welcome all my n***as from uptown, downtown
In-town, out of town, we got it goin’ on
Helluva made this beat, baby!
We the last 4-1
It’s famous, baby! Here we go!
It’s the world’s famous 35 *inaudible*
All my street n***as, all my playa n***as
All the n***as gettin’ paper
Ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up, we gettin’ money
Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, [?], baby
4-1
Thinkin’ of a master plan
So, I can hit the dealership with my mans
I need the Benz’s seats tan, and the jewels rose gold
All I need is one plug and two cellphones
I used to sell stones (Yuh), hand-in-hand as a shorty
Couldn’t settle there, I had to elevate my story (Yeah)
We was gettin’ bags back when b*t*hes wore [?]
All these foreigns in the crew, I hope Trump don’t deport me (Please)
Diamond chains tangled up, my neck be havin’ orgies (Yuh)
Work all on the table next to scales and the .40
Left the rap alone, ‘cause this rap sh*t bore me
Now, I’m back with more sh*t to talk, somebody please record me (Please)
Rollie on my wrist and the chain got the matchin’ gold
Could catch a bag over here before you catch a cold
We keep our circle glued tight, ain’t no latchin’ on
Boy, we been the sh*t, bless your heart for just now catchin’ on (God bless you)
I’m from a hood, where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone (Fink-)
Flip a brick, switch whips, then we back at home (Yuh)
And the ones that don’t hustle, they just grab the chrome
Then, we hire them as muscle just to crack a dome (Bop!)
I had to play with fire for this ice (Yuh)
f**k a ho, I need a supplier in my life (Yeah)
“No, thank you” on them bricks, I retired from the white
That game include too many n***as wired up with mics, uh
My real killas – I don’t ever post (Never)
Just know they all ears when my name is spoke (Yuh)
You better watch the n***as that you playin’ close (Why?)
Them the ones that gon’ spray you if I pay the most
Back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket, passin’ in 6’s
Laughin’ at n***as, these b*t*hes actin’ suspicious
In the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’, we flippin’
The chains dancin’ and tickin’, I got a passion to get it (Boy)
I don’t take shots at n***as (Nah)
He feedin’ his family, why would I stop that n***a?
That’s crab sh*t, a lot of n***as got it and then bash it
You say you had chips but actin’ like you never had sh*t
In high school, man, they swore it was my dad whip (Ha)
Years later, and they still on some mad sh*t (f**k ‘em)
That’s bullsh*t, I’m on some stackin’, livin’ good sh*t
Whole crew ballin’ on some Paid in Full sh*t (BYLUG)
In-town, out of town, we got it goin’ on
Helluva made this beat, baby!
We the last 4-1
It’s famous, baby! Here we go!
It’s the world’s famous 35 *inaudible*
All my street n***as, all my playa n***as
All the n***as gettin’ paper
Ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up, we gettin’ money
Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, [?], baby
4-1
Thinkin’ of a master plan
So, I can hit the dealership with my mans
I need the Benz’s seats tan, and the jewels rose gold
All I need is one plug and two cellphones
I used to sell stones (Yuh), hand-in-hand as a shorty
Couldn’t settle there, I had to elevate my story (Yeah)
We was gettin’ bags back when b*t*hes wore [?]
All these foreigns in the crew, I hope Trump don’t deport me (Please)
Diamond chains tangled up, my neck be havin’ orgies (Yuh)
Work all on the table next to scales and the .40
Left the rap alone, ‘cause this rap sh*t bore me
Now, I’m back with more sh*t to talk, somebody please record me (Please)
Rollie on my wrist and the chain got the matchin’ gold
Could catch a bag over here before you catch a cold
We keep our circle glued tight, ain’t no latchin’ on
Boy, we been the sh*t, bless your heart for just now catchin’ on (God bless you)
I’m from a hood, where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone (Fink-)
Flip a brick, switch whips, then we back at home (Yuh)
And the ones that don’t hustle, they just grab the chrome
Then, we hire them as muscle just to crack a dome (Bop!)
I had to play with fire for this ice (Yuh)
f**k a ho, I need a supplier in my life (Yeah)
“No, thank you” on them bricks, I retired from the white
That game include too many n***as wired up with mics, uh
My real killas – I don’t ever post (Never)
Just know they all ears when my name is spoke (Yuh)
You better watch the n***as that you playin’ close (Why?)
Them the ones that gon’ spray you if I pay the most
Back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket, passin’ in 6’s
Laughin’ at n***as, these b*t*hes actin’ suspicious
In the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’, we flippin’
The chains dancin’ and tickin’, I got a passion to get it (Boy)
I don’t take shots at n***as (Nah)
He feedin’ his family, why would I stop that n***a?
That’s crab sh*t, a lot of n***as got it and then bash it
You say you had chips but actin’ like you never had sh*t
In high school, man, they swore it was my dad whip (Ha)
Years later, and they still on some mad sh*t (f**k ‘em)
That’s bullsh*t, I’m on some stackin’, livin’ good sh*t
Whole crew ballin’ on some Paid in Full sh*t (BYLUG)
