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Vince Staples - DJ QUIK Lyrics
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If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'

I ain't never quitting on my homies from the set
Rather die a legend than be living with regrets
Granny up in Heaven, know she watch a nigga back
G-class flying down Orizaba Ave
I know that you love me but you gotta give me space
Money hungry women do whatever for a taste
All my people in the hood, what it's finna take
To have everybody living good? I don't wanna wait
In a minute, I'ma bust a juug, I'ma make a play
Hit the homie up and hit a lick, run in where you stay
All the pressure I be dealing with still ain't never change
I'm about the money, I ain't f*cking with the fame

DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)

You should see the limit on my Amex
One phone call and it's niggas at your address
I'm gon' ball 'til I'm sitting in a grave
F*ck all y'all, bet Ramona get the last laugh
Close your mouth when you talking to a killer, bitch
They say I murdered cuh, I say I'm innocent
This ain't suburbia, these niggas ignorant
I always get my man, I only miss my bitch
Yeah, hit me up if you wish
I'm in the studio, couple guns, couple Crips
Tryna make a hundred Ms, what's a couple bands?
Keep it coming in, keep it coming in

DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)

(Get paid, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
(Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One, two, three, four, five
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If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'

I ain't never quitting on my homies from the set
Rather die a legend than be living with regrets
Granny up in Heaven, know she watch a nigga back
G-class flying down Orizaba Ave
I know that you love me but you gotta give me space
Money hungry women do whatever for a taste
All my people in the hood, what it's finna take
To have everybody living good? I don't wanna wait
In a minute, I'ma bust a juug, I'ma make a play
Hit the homie up and hit a lick, run in where you stay
All the pressure I be dealing with still ain't never change
I'm about the money, I ain't f*cking with the fame

DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)

You should see the limit on my Amex
One phone call and it's niggas at your address
I'm gon' ball 'til I'm sitting in a grave
F*ck all y'all, bet Ramona get the last laugh
Close your mouth when you talking to a killer, bitch
They say I murdered cuh, I say I'm innocent
This ain't suburbia, these niggas ignorant
I always get my man, I only miss my bitch
Yeah, hit me up if you wish
I'm in the studio, couple guns, couple Crips
Tryna make a hundred Ms, what's a couple bands?
Keep it coming in, keep it coming in

DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
DJ Quik (get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
If it don't make dollars (get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Then it don't make sense (get paid, young nigga, get paid)

(Get paid, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
(Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One, two, three, four, five
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Writer: John M. Sims, Cooper Douglas McGill, Dacoury Dahi Natche, David Marvin Blake, Dewey Wilson, Dylan Ismael Teixeira, Earl E. Washington, Luther Cook, R. Brooks, R. Smith, Vincent Staples
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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