Akon – I'm So Paid Lyrics
Rubbing' on that Italian leather
Dem' Konvict jeans on!
Ay yo Weezy! You Ready?
I get it in 'till sunrise
Doing 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screaming "Ahhh!"
Hey-ey-ey... I'm so paid
Number one hustla get money
Why do you wanna count my money?
I'mma hustla and I don't need them! One of them ya'll see!
I'm so paid
[Verse 1: Akon]
I see police on the crooked I
Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95
My shawty leanin' blasting that Do or Die
Wishing that motherfuckin' would cause we're 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 y'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 off me
[Verse 2 Young Jezzy]
She said, "Young, why your voice so hoarse?"
I just sound like money I should of been a Porsche (voom)
Paid like a like a suger free Red Bull
I'm so paid you know I keep a pocket full (Haha)
And that's before the taxes
Took my own gross net and hid it under my mattress (damn)
Use to get board and count 20's for practice
Paper therapy let money relax us
Gold chains around my neck just like Michael Phelps
I made a killing in the water
Kill them in the water
Against all odds and I will not stop
They try and keep me on bottom but I prefer the top
In my project chick I moved her next to Joc
She said the house to small I moved an extra block
So baby get your ass up I need an extra block
I told her do the speed limit and no extra stops
And that's why
[Verse 3: Akon]
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?
Cuz niggas want war but ain't got money
Cuz I've seen them all talking 'till they start gunnin'
Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running
Yeah! Akon! Weezy!
Block oil holdin' down Jersey
Devine making sure we gettin' it up front
My little brother Boo got that vision, baby
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Ahem, 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
Yeah, I'm ballin' we ball out
Ball 'til we fall until the ball bounce
I send some niggas with guns at y'all house
Only to find out you live in a doll house
Damn, but I thought you was tough, though
We carry choppers on our necks, call it cut throat
We, bury cowards 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
I put my shoe down baby
And I'm holding down Young Mula baby!
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