Lyrics

Now I'm tryna' win Tryna' cop a Benz I've been dying to get it on my own All these people got me bent I cannot pretend That is why I keep it on the low But now I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid, yeah I'm tryna' get paid Nigga, I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna get paid I got money to be made Can't stay broke (I cannot stay broke) Louis on me now Got me soaked Now I keep my dime pieces on the low But I ain't tryna' ride or die for a hoe I might see a hundred million eyes By the time I'm 25 Adding bitches to the side like woah I already knew that you know They don't show love lest you glow Had to stay up on my grind Cuz there's nothin' else Now it's YSL the jeans With the Gucci belt They can't tell if it's luck or skill Cuz they don't play my game I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid Paid I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid Yuh I'm tryna' get paid All this money that I made got me woke Louis on me now It's not a joke How you love me now When I don't (Girl) Funny how they really come around Where was all the love when I was down (Girl) Now I gotta get it on my own (Girl) I'm begging you Don't hit my phone girl DND on twenty-four Swear it's got me doing the most Yeah But, when I come thru you can run that, girl I need you to run that God's been watching on me Swear this shit's staged Bitches only love me when I get paid I ain't tryna' get rich off a mixtape Let the family hit the mall If it fit onto the card then why would it stay I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid I'm just tryna' get paid Paid Now I'm tryna' win Tryna' cop the Benz I been dying to get it on my own All these people got me bent Won't even pretend That is why I keep this shit low I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid I'm tryna' get paid All the money that I made got me woke
Writer(s): Johnathon Patterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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