Lyrics Vince Staples

Vince Staples

Get Paid

Get paid

Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip

I been robbin' since a kid gettin' paid

Dollars for the rent, get change for the chains

Ay, get paid, get paid

Ay, get paid, get paid

Ay, get paid, get paid

Get paid

Tomorrow never come

I'm on the block all night 'til the sun

Come up, I can sleep when I'm done

Four deep, five seats, three guns

Hopped out nigga, where you from?

Long clip, gun aimed, don't run

On Crip I need your funds

The money gettin' low, finna run up in the store

Freaky bitches tryna ho, I'ma put 'em on the stroll

Niggas snitchin' on the low, never talkin' on the phone (Hello?)

That's why them niggas screamin' Free Big Meech

Not me, nigga fuck police

Split a pig nigga wig for the boy, SD

Money motivated in the LBC, come and holla at me

Get paid

Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip

I been robbin' since a kid gettin' paid

Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change

Ay, get paid, get paid

Ay, get paid, get paid

Ay, get paid, get paid

Get paid

Lemme tell you what the OGs told us

Money over bitches, keep your head on your shoulders

Pussy leave a lot of niggas dead if you notice

Big booty cuties be the coldest, cobras

Sittin' in the lawn of the fortress, coolin'

Baby wardrobe, all award show, bougie

Think you could hit that, nigga you stupid

Better getcho racks up 'fore you start choosin'

Rag on my face, hat on me say Yankees

Safe in the floor, K to ya dome, pay me

Watch where you go flossin' them gold daytons

Come to the norf, my niggas gon' caine 'em

Sellin' cocaine with my daddy out the Days Inn

Nothin' but a G thang, dollars in the G string

Long as she gon' make it, she gon' shake it

Money puttin' niggas in the Matrix, face it

Get paid

Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip

I been robbin' since a kid gettin' paid

Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change

Ay, get paid, get paid

Ay, get paid, get paid

Ay, get paid, get paid

Get paid

Sellin' pussy on the stroll

Sellin' highs for the low

Runnin' in somebody home

Money is the means of control