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Wanna Get Paid
LL Cool J
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Lost Boyz
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You wanna get paid, you wanna get laid
Get your release in three sixty ways
Live your life like an ill real way
Got six rides in your little drive way
You can't bad bug fly all day
Make plans with your fine family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age nineteen Taheem has turned out
He ain't talkin' much, keep a dutch in his mouth
Copped the Avirex orange and blue
Laced the gortex, stepped with his crew
Block superstar, Jesus piece
Who he prayin' to? God or the beast?
Some bust Glocks, feared on the block
Traded in the trecks for a silver drop top
Drug money flowin', jealousy is growin'
Paranoia got him second guessin'
DT's on his back got him stressin'
He was at the light blazin' up twa
Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
Ten slugs in the door made him fall
I guess he never shoulda hustled at all
You wanna get paid, you wanna get laid
Get your release in three sixty ways
Live your life like an ill real way
Got six rides in your little drive way
You can't bad bug fly all day
Make plans with your fine family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
My man Daquan like the chicks a lot
Even when he hustle, he keep 'em in the spot
He like to fuck a lot, and make the rubber pop
Five baby mothers, one live on my block
Shinin' in the club, chickens showin' love
Cash flow bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real pretty cat, he get it from his moms
Back in the seventies she was the bomb
His game's top notch, and he don't stop
He hit a reverend's daughter in the church parking lot
Daquan is sick, heartless with chicks
He like to beat 'em up, make 'em suck dicks
Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens
Honey got the virus, you know the routine
Not only did he walk away with HIV
Her man's jealous, juked him up ridiculously
You wanna get paid, you wanna get laid
Get your release in three sixty ways
Live your life like an ill real way
Got six rides in your little drive way
You can't bad bug fly all day
Make plans with your fine family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
Yolanda always got a scheme
Credit cards and ATM machines
Boostin' mink coats, holdin' work out her breasts
Honey made son's pockets bleed to death
She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet
When she wet, ain't no controllin' the heat
For baguettes, she give love to ill thugs
Age of fifteen she learned to pump drugs
Then she got pregnant, abandoned the kid
Met this drug kid, set him up and slid
Now she twenty three, full blown in the mix
Sizin' up wits in what cliques is gettin' chips
She down for whatever, long as it pays
She tipped off them kids and got Taheem blazed
She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the thugs
He said thanks for settin' Taheem up, take a slug
You wanna get paid, you wanna get laid
Get your release in three sixty ways
Live your life like an ill real way
Got six rides in your little drive way
You can't bad bug fly all day
Make plans with your fine family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
Get paid mommy, come on, come on
Get paid daddy, come on, come on
Get paid mommy, come on, come on
Get paid daddy, come on, come on
Get paid mommy, come on, come on
Get paid daddy, come on, come on
Get paid mommy, come on, come on
Get paid daddy, come on, come on
They wildin' and they just don't know
Every night out at Nightanville, rockin' the show
Now, niggas be buggin' yo they just don't know
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