Can Holiday get some of this m************ paper around here please?
s***, I'm f***** up
I ain't the lyin' type
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I told you I ball for dope
I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin' hauler notes
Spendin' 200 G's in the fall for coats
You could call me a lot of things but don't call me broke
And I told you I bust my steel
I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to f*** up your deal
But I told you I make my bail
I'm at home in the alcohol bath tryin' to shake the jail
And I'm pickin' up my automatics, automatically
I got a bad habit, makin' people mad at me
Dog, I'm just tryin' to get paid
Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run and get laid
Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid
Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal
Got to get my head right 'fore I fly to Brazil
Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up
[Chorus]
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Dog, you'd be pleased to kick it
I'ma call up my NBA n***** get some season tickets
Catch me in the skybox in any arena
I won't be happy til I cop my n***** 50 medinas
But I'm tryin' to be realistic, and I get really twisted
So I'm settlin' for seventy beamers
Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets
One on one so I can get some real cake
Tryin' to see my s*** in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self
So you know I'm still pitchin' the boy
And the n***** need lottery numbers
Charge this ? freak DeCalis and Hummers
Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come
Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones
And if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin up
In the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up
[Chorus]
I kill lemonade peeps
It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferrari and the lemonade seats
Face look really Aggy, jeans really baggy
Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies
Doublin' and flippin'
You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen
That's why I keep the 45 government edition
Sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat
The big screen is crazy and I'm lovin' the conditions
I got a vision and it's cash involved
Can I get paid, or you get sprayed
It be the only d*** question that I'm askin' y'all, what up
[Chorus]
s***, I'm f***** up
I ain't the lyin' type
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I told you I ball for dope
I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin' hauler notes
Spendin' 200 G's in the fall for coats
You could call me a lot of things but don't call me broke
And I told you I bust my steel
I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to f*** up your deal
But I told you I make my bail
I'm at home in the alcohol bath tryin' to shake the jail
And I'm pickin' up my automatics, automatically
I got a bad habit, makin' people mad at me
Dog, I'm just tryin' to get paid
Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run and get laid
Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid
Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal
Got to get my head right 'fore I fly to Brazil
Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up
[Chorus]
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Can I get paid
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
I'm just tryin' to make some cash
Dog, you'd be pleased to kick it
I'ma call up my NBA n***** get some season tickets
Catch me in the skybox in any arena
I won't be happy til I cop my n***** 50 medinas
But I'm tryin' to be realistic, and I get really twisted
So I'm settlin' for seventy beamers
Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets
One on one so I can get some real cake
Tryin' to see my s*** in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self
So you know I'm still pitchin' the boy
And the n***** need lottery numbers
Charge this ? freak DeCalis and Hummers
Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come
Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones
And if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin up
In the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up
[Chorus]
I kill lemonade peeps
It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferrari and the lemonade seats
Face look really Aggy, jeans really baggy
Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies
Doublin' and flippin'
You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen
That's why I keep the 45 government edition
Sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat
The big screen is crazy and I'm lovin' the conditions
I got a vision and it's cash involved
Can I get paid, or you get sprayed
It be the only d*** question that I'm askin' y'all, what up
[Chorus]