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Juvenile - I Am Paid Lyrics (feat. The Kolyons)

Juvenile – I Am Paid Lyrics (feat. The Kolyons)

(Hook)
Get money all in my house, money all in my couch
Put money all round my neck, got money all in my mouth
Got money for the lawyer, money for the dro’
Got money for the shooter, you keep runnin your mouth
My money don’t run out (I am paid)
My money don’t run out (I am paid)
My money don’t run out (I am paid)
My money don’t run out
I got money for the lawyer, money for the dro’
Got money for the shooter, you keep runnin your mouth
I am paid

(Verse 1)
I am 1000, the real in this bitch
My neck and wrists so cold, you get the chills in this bitch
Oh no I will not fall, I really live that street shit
Make my money on the road, I’m trafficking potato chips
Got money all in my house, callin Pete ‘ put money in his mouth
I woulda did that but I didn’t do that, cuz my people say I got a nice smile
Them hoes be wanna fuck me but I don’t fuck me nothing
I bust my nuts off in the street, that money call I’m comin
Spend a band every month on a rental car
every time i switch it up ima tint the car
Them peanuts ain’t nothin bruh
Spend way more money at a tittie bar
Real niggas, we back in style
Put way more pressure on the faggots now
Catch a flag and I’mma air you out
I got paid lawyers, we going to trial

(Verse 2)
Buck brand in my toaster, top off of my roadster
The backseat of that back feel like you ridin on a new sofa
Lv on my loafers, you can’t tell me I’m not Sosa
I ain’t hit my number yet, but every day I get closer
Yo bitch all in my shit, complementing my fit
I ain’t had to say a word or nothing,it obvious she want dick
I don’t cry for no paper, 100K in my glove box
Bitch I got mo money then ever nigga than this club got
Dope house in my old days, ya’ll do what I used to do
Nino and The Kolyons, we circlin niggas like hoola hoops
Boss dog, I got pull with it
Yo half ass yall bullshit it
I ain’t startin no revenue
Nowork either, I’m full with it

(Verse 3)
Racks and racks
We are made
Racks and racks
It’s death before dishonor I’mma take it to the grave
So wutchu nigga hollerin bout?
Only bring them dollars out
Ditches hit a lick and put very dime in this mouth
Choppa go to bangin in the hood when it’s a drought
Heard he met a plug, I got a stick and I’m in his house
Chopper mean business, no dog, we can’t talk it out
7-623’s, pin a pussy nigga to the couch
Tied a nigga up, duct tape his bitch mouth
Condo on the water, round the corner from my lickhouse
Money in my safe, might catch another case
All charges dropped my money long, I beat the state
I’m Kolyon!