Marcus Money - Get Paid (feat. Chucky the Killa) [Album Version] Lyrics

I've been on the grind everyday
And I don't give a f*ck what they say
Got no time to be told what I'm gon' do
No control. I fly free
Hold my own, you can't go what I go through
All I really know is get paid
I ain't signin' shit unless I get my check first, 'cause I pimp my pen
Mo' money, mo' music, mo' murda', mo' Mexican then I'ma swig my gin
I've been in the wind, skin is my sin, your friend 'til the end and I'ma step on in
S.P.C., I'm the Killa' with a devilish grin, and I'ma do it when I'm flippin' my ends
Crumbs to bricks, cracks to stacks, Schwinns to a Benz, I'm still setting' trends
How many more, wanna make amends, so I'ma pray with 'em now
Make 'em say amen
'Cause I'm a young go getter fitna' invest in land
In the other hand, got a Smith and Wesson
Play with my money, I'll cave your chest in. Paid for bars, still it's a blessin'
As an adolescent, I was gettin' chips. Now I'm in a session and we're makin' hits
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Hustle everyday, like I've gotta' pay my rent
I pay real close attention to every single dollar that I follow. Did I mention
I'll rap yo' ass into a new dimension and make emcees ride the bench.
You can't ride my wave, I f*cks' with the best
Chuck the Killa, after me who's next
I get paid for everything, while you pay for sex
And I'll be right back in a bubble eyes lex
In a benzo stretch, in a limo with switches
And 300 bitches. Time to get some video love
Them I'ma gon' and get up out my business
Ain't no pretendin'. Real from beginnin'
I've been on the grind everyday and I'm lovin' the feelin'
(Can't get my work until I'm paid, until I'm paid yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what they say. I'm just a boss, how I'm livin'
(Won't get my verse until I'm paid, until I'm paid baby)
Got no time to be told what I'm gon' do. No control, I fly free
Hold my own. You can't go what I go through
All I really know is get paid. Everything else ain't appealin'
(Ain't going to stop until I'm paid, until I'm paid baby)
Whippin' up another rap, like a batch in the kitchen
Except now, I'm in the lab. Heard they still itchin'
No crooked eye pyrex, now i just whip lyrics
But I still got em hooked, no fishin'
Just hooked up with Chucky the Killa
South Park, H-Town. Been watchin' it build up
'Lotta friends turned fake but f*ck it I'm still up
'Lotta deals fell short, but f*ck it, it's still love
No time for hate. I grind for mine
Time to shine, thats bottom line, 'cause I'm
The one that took his time, cross then bridge
Crossed the line, crossed the t's and dot the i's
Crossed the seas with our cd's, and all we need is R.P.G's to stop the beef
Probably be a lottery, if we was pop, top 40, Drake and Cardi B
Call us Keith, got em sweatin'. Never lettin' up and been applyin' pressure
Get the keys, got em beggin. Heaven knows, I'ma' get it then i stretch it
Au Revoir, call a medic. Doc', We've got a problem. Need an anesthetic
Call my dogs. Im'a throw 'em all a bone and watch em smile as they fetch it
Life is unapologetic. Never stopped me, couldn't let it
Got an army, need a general. I Gave it all and don't forget it
Take the shot and don't regret it. Grab the mic and then i wreck it
They tried to crop me out of the frame, but I was real without an edit
I've been on the grind everyday and I'm lovin' the feelin'
And I don't give a f*ck what they say. I'm just a boss, how I'm livin'
Got no time to be told what I'm gon' do. No control, I fly free
Hold my own. You can't go what I go through
All I really know is get paid. Everything else ain't appealin'
(Time to get paid, time to get paid yeah)
I've been on the grind everyday and I'm lovin' the feelin'
(Can't get my work until I'm paid, until I'm paid yeah)
I don't give a f*ck what they say. I'm just a boss, how I'm livin'
(Won't get my verse until I'm paid, until I'm paid baby)
Got no time to be told what I'm gon' do. No control, I fly free
Hold my own. You can't go what I go through
All I really know is get paid. Everything else ain't appealin'