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Текст песни Akon - I'm So Paid (feat. Lil Wayne)

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[Intro]

Rubbing' on that Italian leather

Dem' Konvict jeans on!

Ay yo Weezy! You Ready?

Yeah!



[Chorus:]

I get it in 'til sunrise

Doing 90 in a 65

Windows rolled down screaming Ah!!!

Hey-ey-ey... I'm so paid

Number one hustler get money

Why do you wanna count my money?

I'm a hustler don't need them! One of them you all see!

I'm so paid



[Verse 1]

I see police on the crooked I

Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95

My shawty leanin' blasting that Do or Die

Pushin' that motherfuckin' wood cause we certified

Got a system that ll beat and knock your wall off

Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off

Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off

I'm a sniper sitting on the roof already saw you all

It ain't too much to put a strain on me

That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me

I rather have them dollar bills rain on me

Then let them haters come and make the name of me

That's why...



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

I am the boss it only takes one call

For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that's all

Guess what I won't be taking that fall

Homie I got cake that's what I'm paying them for (aha!)

Ain't that funny?

'cause niggas want war but ain't got money

'cause I've seen them all talking 'til they start gunning

Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running

Yeah! Akon! Weezy!

Block oil holdin' down Jersey

Divine making sure we gettin' it up front

My little brother Boo got that vision bake it!



[Chorus]



[Lil Wayne Verse 3]

Oh-oh,

Big money Weezy

White wife beater with the sig underneath it

How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated

Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct

Yea!

I'm ballin' we ball out

Thoughts of before until the ball bounce

I send some niggas with guns to you all house

Only to find out you live in a doll house

Damn!

But I thought you was tough don't

We carry choppers on our necks

Call it cut throat

We, bury powers on the set that they come from

We, know magic turn

Weed smoke to gun smoke

We, bomb first when we ride

You, in a hearse when you ride

Ay-yay

I put my shoes on baby

And I'm holding down Young Mula baby!

That's why...



[Chorus]

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