Get Paid

[Verse 1]
Every day, be about your chips
Life is a trip, you either roll or you dip
Can't be broke, that's the wrong way
Be like a fiend in this game and get a hit every day
It's hard enough keepin' a straight mind
Every day, you wake up a different person in the chalk line
You better twist in this game and buy a bad home
Provide a way for your kids, so when they pop's gone
Ain't no worries or no misery
When you a picture on the wall and considered as a memory
If they put you on probation, better violate
If you down to get your paper 'til you upstate
Out for yours, at any time
Tryna make a dollar, startin' off from a dime
And don't stop 'til you and your folks blow up
Pockets, Escalade, you better get paid

[Chorus: Freddie Bubbs]
Seasons come and seasons go
Nothing remains the same
You have to get up and get yours
Upgrade your game
Life is tough and complicated
But money don't grow on trees
You gotsta up and get yours
Let's get paid

[Verse 2: OG Cuicide]
A lot of people don't want money
When it's sittin' in they face, they be lookin' at it funny
You wanna hang in the club and get your drink on
Takin' shot-after-shot, until a fifth gone
Better yet, buy the bar out
Later on, in valet, tellin' dude bring your car out
You see, you gotta get paid, 'cause that's the best way
So you can live out your life and have a blessed day
Ain't nothin' like layin' back
With some money in the bank, you and your folks livin' fat
You know it's all about that come-up thing
Then give a little bit back to the game
And tight fools, stop holdin' out
One of the homies need a loan, you standin' there with a open mouth
Man, this world ain't like it used to be
Like back in the days, you gotta get paid

[Chorus: Freddie Bubbs]
Seasons come and seasons go
Nothing remains the same
You have to get up and get yours
Upgrade your game
Life is tough and complicated
But money don't grow on trees
You gotsta get up and get yours
Let's get paid

[Verse 3: OG Cuicide]
How you gon' roll in this game, just like Gs
If you're not workin' hard every day to get your cheese
Don't nothin' come to a sleeper but a dream
Visions and imaginations of nice things
But when you finally awake
You're not at your beach house, sittin', loungin' by the lake
Money don't grow on trees, I wonder where you got that
Whoever said it need to stop that
It's all about gettin' the paper, not catching vapors
The more money you got, the further it'll take ya
But don't let money make ya
'Cause it's a upsettin' thing, when it find a way to break ya
And got you down in a hole you can't climb out
Like bein' down by 20, you call time out
Man, this life that we livin' everyday, it's like a masquerade
So you gotta get paid

[Chorus: Freddie Bubbs]
Seasons come and seasons go
Nothing remains the same
You have to get up and get yours
Upgrade your game
Life is tough and complicated
But money don't grow on trees
You gotsta get up and get yours
Let's get paid