Don't Get Me Paid - Tom The Mail Man

Loaded Get paid, you know I ain't trippin', you can keep throwin' shade We gon', you notice this moves 'Til we playin', there's somethin' knife But I'ma let her speak for herself (look) I do this shit like a prototype Hustle with all my might Hate when they giving up Stay down 'til I get it right These niggas wan' see me lose Bitches want me to choose But I'm too high for that My weed come in different hues Smoking them sour flowers I'm solid stuck to the code Always gon' chase the money Never gon' chase the hoes No I don't need no favors My style got a lot of flavors I know they be plotting Riding with somethin' that knock out your cable Now you got disconnected So never disrespect it Groovy I heal 'em all Somethin' like I'm tylenol One day I'll get elected Lead 'em until we ball Get lost in familiar faces We sexing in different places Said I could bring it home She ain't fucking with no bases We ain't got no time to wait Gotta make a decision Sitting on our ass It ain't gon' change the way that we living We gotta get it Bitch I'm in the game to get me a ticket We been at it for a minute Now it's time to get paid It's niggas hating, I ain't tripping You can keep throwing shade We gon' shine, we gon' grind 'Til we riding in somethin' nice Hustlin', rocking, ice ballin' Get a mansion in the hills for the thrills Drinking champagne gettin' right Smokin' and shootin' dice Laughing and living life I do this for my niggas in the grave Who ain't here tonight That's on my soul I swear that shit got me cold as ice Gotta know if I don't live it I won't put it in a song I don't rock with sucka niggas You ain't 'bout to lead me wrong Got it out the streets I get respect, my hustle strong Don't give a fuck about the fame If it won't get my money long All alone 'cause niggas switchin' Dabbled in different bitches Finer than caviar She livin' life like a star Know I'ma make it, I'm right on time Like a Audemar Walkin' this long road Know that I'm getting far Nigga stay with the gas I push it just like a pedal Told baby roll up She said, "How many?" I'm thinking several Said, "Daddy you ever leave Ain't nobody gone take your place" We like to keep it real Ain't lying or saving face Fridge full of hard liquor I drown in my sorrows Came equipped with the long game I plan for tomorrow If that shit ain't making money Then it ain't making sense Gon' have to get that shit in blood I swear you ain't taking shit We been at it for a minute Now it's time to get paid It's niggas hating, I ain't tripping You can keep throwing shade We gon' shine, we gon' grind 'Til we riding in somethin' nice Hustlin', rocking, ice ballin' Get a mansion in the hills for the thrills Drinking champagne gettin' right Smokin' and shootin' dice Laughing and living life I do this for my niggas in the grave Who ain't here tonight That's on my soul I swear that shit got me cold as ice Hope one day I see my daddy Not yet, not until I make it Hope I don't see a grave Before I become your favorite Put this shit together Like a plug do to a socket And you know that major problems Be coming with major profits In green world, your girl a major bird And she be flockin' Playing both sides and got you fooled That shit was childish but I'm Moving on, know I gotta keep the strong 'Cause I don't wanna kill a man I keep it cool, I'm in my zone Never had it easy, shit we had to make it shake Nigga, my mama was going hungry Made sure she filled my plate Know I can't give that back Really I can't relate So I gotta get this cake Making sure mama straight I been at it for a minute Now it's time to get paid These niggas done, niggas finished But I'm still on this wave Far from a rookie with this shit Mane I apply my own game I'm on a mission, tunnel vision Bitch I'm in my own lane This, it is the one

C'mon here you go One, two, three, four I won't say we're not friends And that I know you for the worst lies (lies) I won't say I'm not dead 'Cause I've been dwelling in the dark nights (nights) Get out there, get out there I wish I told you this the first time (time) Get out there, get out there You won't get lucky like the first time (time) Check, check, check, check around me You'll find me deep at this party I can't sleep here without it Gotta keep my glocky all in my pockets I don't even feel like I can even be here in these streets I had some middle schooler tell me that I'm goin' in the street I can't even feel the way out when I'm rollin' in these sheets But if you take a look at me That really isn't what you see I won't say we're not friends And that I know you for the worst lies (lies) I won't say I'm not dead 'Cause I've been dwelling in the dark nights (nights) Get out there, get out there I wish I told you this the first time (time) Get out there, get out there You won't get lucky like the first time (time) If you would take a soul Then I might sell you somethin' You said it's all for nothin' A lot of things you said, it really made shit worse You're unforgiving You only make shit worse Hope I'm not like you Fuck all that time I wasted I won't say we're not friends And that I know you for the worst lies (lies) I won't say I'm not dead 'Cause I've been dwelling in the dark nights Get out there, get out there I wish I told you this the first time (time) Get out there, get out there You won't get lucky like the first time (time)

My love left when you went ghost and stole my energy With my friends ageing and your friends fading I need you to Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back to me Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back to me When I get famous, I won't do you wrong (I won't do you wrong) oh no When I get mainstream, they'll still be your songs And you don't worry about a thing I'm still travelling alone, ooh Baby, when I get finished at the studio, you know I'm gonna call your phone Your phone, saying Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back to me Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back to me When I get famous, I won't do you wrong (I won't do you wrong) Why when I tell you the truth, you still look at me like I'm a phoney One, two, three Your face tells me what you never say In the tropics searching for a fucking getaway I was all you ever needed, why'd you run away Tell me what I gotta do or say for you to Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back to me nah, no, no, no Come back, come back, come back, come back Come back to me (nah, no, no, no) When I get famous, I won't do you wrong (I won't do you wrong) You break me apart with your silence I did nothing wrong So just come back Come back Come back Come back

Uh, I'ma let these niggas hate on me So what? Fuck those who don't stay with me (Okay, yeah, yeah) Census what you cooking Ayy Uh, she want this to work out (work, work) Damn, I just wanna see her with skirt down, yeah, yeah (skirt down) She said put down walls, you gotta burn 'em down I never trust a soul, I gotta hit 'em where it hurts now (yeah nigga, where it hurts) Yeah, ayy, he want this to work out (work out, work, work) How many niggas tryna get me for a verse now? Yeah, yeah You was supposed to be the one that burst out Now I got all these niggas mad They see me, I'm in first now, yeah Uh, you be tryna flex for niggas, you ain't really got that You be on the 'gram, you let bitches in your pockets I been standing ground since a nigga got them ten toes I won't buy her shit and she won't leave 'cause I got ten hoes I been out here moving, taking flights around the country And my pop worried 'bout me 'cause these niggas acting funny These niggas act like they ain't seen success Ain't seen no money (they see no cash) These niggas act like they gone be the one to take it from me (so) So in my head, it's just me and them Leaving shit to pick up, it's all on me I'd rather have it all my shoulders than you taking over I don't know what's going on (ayy, ayy, ayy) Ayy, she want this to work out (work out, work, work) Damn, I just wanna see her with skirt down, yeah, yeah She said put down walls, you gotta burn 'em down I never trust a soul, I gotta hit 'em where it hurts now Yeah, ayy, he want this to work out (work out) How many niggas tryna get me for a verse now? Yeah, yeah You was supposed to be the one that burst out Now I got all these niggas mad They see me, I'm in first now, yeah Uh, it's all for the show It's all so you can feel me It's all for the dough It's all for the family It's all moving slow I'm breaking down in the studio Lock all the doors Just lock out Just lock out my woes This person I'm seeing He can't take no more The saga's repeating It's close to a close The heartless are breathin' I know how this goes so So in my head, it's just me and them Leaving shit to pick up, it's all on me I'd rather have it all my shoulders than you taking over You don't know what's going on