I’m So Paid Lyrics – Akon ft. Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy

I’m So Paid Lyrics – Akon ft. Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy
Song Details:
Artist: Akon
Featured artists: Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy
Album: Freedom
Released: 2008
Genres: Contemporary R&B, Pop

 

I’m So Paid Lyrics

Rubbing’ on that Italian leather
Dem’ Konvict jeans on
Ay yo Weezy! You Ready
Yeah…

I get it in ’til sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming Ah
Hey-ey-ey… I’m so paid
Number one hustler get money
Why do you wanna count my money
I’m a hustler don’t need them! One of them you all see!
I’m so paid…

I see police on the crooked I
Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95
My shawty leanin’ blasting that Do or Die
Pushin’ that motherfuckin’ wood cause we certified
Got a system that ll beat and knock your wall off
Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off
Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off
I’m a sniper sitting on the roof already saw you all
It ain’t too much to put a strain on me
That’s the reason why I had to put the blame on me
I rather have them dollar bills rain on me
Then let them haters come and make the name of me
That’s why…

I am the boss it only takes one call
For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that’s all
Guess what I won’t be taking that fall
Homie I got cake that’s what I’m paying them for (aha!)
Ain’t that funny
’cause niggas want war but ain’t got money
’cause I’ve seen them all talking ’til they start gunning
Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running
Yeah! Akon! Weezy!
Block oil holdin’ down Jersey
Divine making sure we gettin’ it up front
My little brother Boo got that vision bake it…

Oh-oh
Big money Weezy
White wife beater with the sig underneath it
How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct
Yea!
I’m ballin’ we ball out
Thoughts of before until the ball bounce
I send some niggas with guns to you all house
Only to find out you live in a doll house
Damn!
But I thought you was tough don’t
We carry choppers on our necks
Call it cut throat
We, bury powers on the set that they come from
We, know magic turn
Weed smoke to gun smoke
We, bomb first when we ride
You, in a hearse when you ride
Ay-yay
I put my shoes on baby
And I’m holding down Young Mula baby
That’s why…