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D.G.T.G.P. Video (MV)




Performed By: Paid in Amerikkka
Length: 3:10
Written by: John Cooper




Paid in Amerikkka - D.G.T.G.P. Lyrics




Lay low
Grind mode
Grind on
My mind on
Gettin dough
I don't get tired
OH NO
Just did 8 hours Ima do 8 mo
Got big goals
Need big homes
For my kinfolk and a big boat
Been broke
Bounce back
New job FUCK THAT
Hustle up flip stacks
My Money on me nigga bet BLACK
Running up a check never flex that
Put that money up and invest that
Put my niggas on for the get back
We ain't got time for the chit chat
Tell that lil bitch she can fall back
I'm sumn like a pimp named slick back
A nigga on the grind ion chase cat
But I'll run a hunnad miles for the pay back
I'm tryna feed a hunnad mouths on a pay check
A nigga got it out the mud like way back
I swear to GOD ima win Ima hunnad twin in got the drive and the will baby can't slack
I'm up early
Every day
F*ck talkin
Whatchu make
Get that money
F*ck a break
Ain't no sleep
Whatchu bank

DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID
DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID
DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID
DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID

Wake u BEAST MODE
Gotta eat, feast on
Shit hard, keep going
On GOD I'ma show em
Money up and I want it
Gotta get it early morning
Money talk and I'm on it
So shut the f*ck up you ain't getting nothing
I walk it and talk it they looking funny
I came for it all like that nigga Tony
I'm bout my bidness it's all independent
A nigga been building and tryna get billions
F*ck all that talking them niggas ain't winning
They never been in it they working for pennies
And ain't hardly been living this shit ain't no image
The game is for real but they play like a scrimmage
Chess ain't no checkers
You move unimpressive
Thinking you special
That shit ain't gone help you
Better be careful you ain't on this level
Fold under pressure cause you wasn't ready
Holding it steady even tho it's heavy
Yo shit is confetti
I came for the record
No time for no prepping
I'm all at yo necklace
I'm finishing lunch when you start on yo breakfast
I'm up early
Every day
F*ck talkin
Whatchu make
Get that money
F*ck a break
Ain't no sleep
Whatchu bank
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Lay low
Grind mode
Grind on
My mind on
Gettin dough
I don't get tired
OH NO
Just did 8 hours Ima do 8 mo
Got big goals
Need big homes
For my kinfolk and a big boat
Been broke
Bounce back
New job FUCK THAT
Hustle up flip stacks
My Money on me nigga bet BLACK
Running up a check never flex that
Put that money up and invest that
Put my niggas on for the get back
We ain't got time for the chit chat
Tell that lil bitch she can fall back
I'm sumn like a pimp named slick back
A nigga on the grind ion chase cat
But I'll run a hunnad miles for the pay back
I'm tryna feed a hunnad mouths on a pay check
A nigga got it out the mud like way back
I swear to GOD ima win Ima hunnad twin in got the drive and the will baby can't slack
I'm up early
Every day
F*ck talkin
Whatchu make
Get that money
F*ck a break
Ain't no sleep
Whatchu bank

DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID
DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID
DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID
DON'T GET TIRED, GET PAID

Wake u BEAST MODE
Gotta eat, feast on
Shit hard, keep going
On GOD I'ma show em
Money up and I want it
Gotta get it early morning
Money talk and I'm on it
So shut the f*ck up you ain't getting nothing
I walk it and talk it they looking funny
I came for it all like that nigga Tony
I'm bout my bidness it's all independent
A nigga been building and tryna get billions
F*ck all that talking them niggas ain't winning
They never been in it they working for pennies
And ain't hardly been living this shit ain't no image
The game is for real but they play like a scrimmage
Chess ain't no checkers
You move unimpressive
Thinking you special
That shit ain't gone help you
Better be careful you ain't on this level
Fold under pressure cause you wasn't ready
Holding it steady even tho it's heavy
Yo shit is confetti
I came for the record
No time for no prepping
I'm all at yo necklace
I'm finishing lunch when you start on yo breakfast
I'm up early
Every day
F*ck talkin
Whatchu make
Get that money
F*ck a break
Ain't no sleep
Whatchu bank
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Writer: John Cooper
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