Karaoké I'm So Paid (feat. Lil Wayne) Akon

Rubbin' on that Italian leather

Them Konvict jeans on

You ready

Yeah

Chyeah

I get it in 'till the sunrise

Doin' ninety in a sixty-five

Windows rolled down

Screamin' out

Ayy ayy ayy

I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money

Why you wanna count my money

I'm a hustler

Don't need none of y'all you see

I'm so paid

I see police on that crooked-I

Doin' a hundred on Interstate Ninety-Five

My shawty leanin'

Blastin' that Do or Die

Wishin' that a muddasucka would 'cos 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

Hope they never call off

And them snipers sittin' 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

Rather have them dollar bills rain on me than, than let them haters come and make a name off me

That's why

I get it in 'till the sunrise

Doin' ninety in a sixty-five

Windows rolled down

Screamin' out

Ayy ayy ayy

I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money

Why you wanna count my money

I'm a hustler

Don't need none of y'all you see

I'm so paid

I'm the boss

It only takes one call for a driver to hit you up and drop you off, that's all

I won't be takin' that fall

Homie I got cake

That's what I'm payin' them for

Ah ha

Ain't that funny

'Cos niggas they want war but ain't got money

'Cos I've seen them all talkin' until they start gunnin'

Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing runnin'

Yeah

Akon Weezy

Black Royals holdin' down Jersey

Devine makin' sure we gettin' it up front

My little brother Bu got that vision baby

I get it in 'till the sunrise

Doin' ninety in a sixty-five

Windows rolled down

Screamin' out

Ayy ayy ayy

I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money

Why you wanna count my money

I'm a hustler

Don't need none of y'all you see

I'm so paid

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 'till we fall until the ball bounce

I send some niggas with guns to y'all house

Only to find out you live in a dollhouse

Damn

But I thought you was tough though

We carry choppers on our necks

Call it Cutthroat

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

Huh

I put my shoe down baby

And I'm holdin' down

Young Mula baby

I get it in 'till the sunrise

Doin' ninety in a sixty-five

Windows rolled down

Screamin' out

Ayy ayy ayy

I'm so paid

Number one hustler gettin' money

Why you wanna count my money

I'm a hustler

Don't need none of y'all you see

I'm so paid