Lyrics

I ain't tryna save face I'm just tryna get paid, so I ain't tryna save face I'm just tryna get paid, so So you lookin' like a genie can I rub on your bottle Three whole wishes and they aren't so awful First be the one about the coin or the keesh Middle East oil stocks for some peace And i'll put my mothers down in a sweet chateau Box with a bow with a Porsche to show Yeah they sayin' money won't alleviate all your problems If I ain't broke I think I mighta solved some, so Second goes to folks with them devils in their lives Addicted to the fiction and they tellin' them lies Pies to the face if you disgrace that Crazy in the head but we just fixed that I ain't tryna save face I'm just tryna get paid, so I ain't tryna save face I'm just tryna get paid, so So that magic number three's gotta be the superpowers Like Too Short, I last a thousand hours Then I wanna dunk it like i'm Mike in Space Jam Bill Murray funny and i'll never worry man And I ace all the tests like i'm Neil deGrasse Tyson Manny Pacquiao with my fists when i'm fighting Or maybe I could chef it like i'm Bobby mm-Flay I could really play like i'm Bobby Boucher Anyway, I been drilling these ideals Wheels for my moms and the troubled don't feel Pain from the start and the talents so raw Most is giving up so i'm liking my odds I don't believe in fiction just some friction of fruition So catch me on a yacht as i'm steady go getting I ain't tryna save face I'm just tryna get paid, so I ain't tryna save face I'm just tryna get paid, so Been weighing on my mind all damn day I hope i'm understood, then it's okay They sayin heaven on the Earth for those paid But know i'm in some good hands all state- I'm stepping up to ball plates Pointing at the mother fucking roof Proof is in the pudding so I hit it like i'm Ruth Remember how they doubt cuz the simple can't compute Yeah you judge Judy mother fuckers never wore my shoes I don't know you, so you go do you 'Till we gettin' up, and we chillin' with a view Sippin' on a drink with umbrellas in the cup Rihanna in the sand and the sun is setting up, yeah I ain't tryna save face I'm just tryna get paid, so (I ain't tryna save face) (I'm just tryna get paid, so)
Writer(s): Edward Hill, Max Pierro, Reed Hallums, Sajan Sanghvi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out