Текст песни C-Note - Paid Nigga
C-Note - Paid Nigga слова песни
Turn me up, turn my mic upTurn my mic up, turn my mic upTurn my mic up..[Hook - 2x]I`m a paid nigga, live my lifeOn the streets, from the cradle to the grave niggaI`m a made nigga, got no time for you bitchesAnd you bustas, I`m a paid nigga[C-Note]I`m a paid nigga, living laid niggaCandy sprayed Escalade, valet niggaSlamming foreign do`s, jamming foreign hoesSee me spo`ting nothing but ice, man I`m feeling coldI`m a South boy, you run your mouth boy40 caliber`ll, take a nigga out boyStill pimping, platinum albums we shippingGot them girls in the club, steady strippingWe still gripping grain, we still swang and bangGot that new Hummer 2, with that wide frameKicking like Shenobi, niggaz say they know meI be balling like I`m playing, next to Shaq and KobiNigga pass the do-di, cause mayn I`m going offJust spent a quarter mill, on that new houseThis the new South, coming with the blue frostFirst nigga, in the hood with the blue mouth[Hook - 2x][C-Note]Still living lavish, still got to have itJust like a fat rabbit, gotta have them carrotsThree in my ear, twenty on my armTen in my teeth, fifteen on my charmJohnnie hooked me up, labels look me upThe way we shine down South, got em shooken upBurberry Jags, Burberry rags4-4 mag, make my Burberry sagSteady dropping heat, niggaz can`t competeGot the new Navigator, with the fold out seatsBanging Chris beats, flowing on a platinum micI`m in the studio, staying up all nightBack to back nigga, platinum tracks niggaGotta stack mo` figgas, like my name was JiggaI keep shit knocking, so quit baller blockingTrying to stack mo` paper, then the Johnnie Cochran[Hook - 2x][C-Note]Look at the Benz look at the house, Gucci seats Gucci couchMan I think I`m balling out, the way my screens be falling outLike them diamonds I be shining, like the Clipse it got me grindingBet this year I`ll make a mill, way before I get the dealWood wheel gripping steel, coming down with the bumping grillBlowing kill we keep it trill, I know they hate but we keep it realI`m a G I know, and my trunk on glowAnd if them boys want a show, I`m ten G`s or mo`Stacking paper tall, as if them scrapers dogWhat you want I got it all, I`m making paper dogStack them D`s (stack them D`s), sell em cheap (sell em cheap)Never tell, is the code of the streetsI`m a paid nigga, sitting on blades niggaGot the crib with the maid nigga, automatic shades niggaMade nigga, never been a slave niggaI`m a brave nigga, pop trunk wave nigga[Hook - 2x]