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[Intro] We gots to get paid Paid, paid Ayy [Verse] Who want it with the kid from the motherland? Pass daps and the spliff to my brother hand Can't pick from the dish of another man I be spending days sick, just wondering ’Member back then, shit, I was stuttering Know where the bread is, looking where the butter Too, too grown for the other shit I be hurting, smoking dope, stay numbing it Want the whole, do the most for just some of it A lot of niggas talk shit, don't run with it Cops skullies and bubbles when the summer end Potbelly, in trouble with the government Pop Henny and a double, you can summon him Drive heavy 'cause we coming with the luggages Who, who, who knows him? Forget his lyrics when he thinking, lose focus Who wrote this? Better bring him out the genie bottle, hoping Must be clinging to this teenie-tiny token Crib, we chilling, probably with Medhane smoking Through the wind beside me, in it, I be floating, I be floating [Chorus] Who want it with the kid? Who want it? Who want it with the kid? Who want it? Who? Who want it with the kid? Who want it with the kid? Who want it with the kid? Uh Who want it? Who want it with the kid? Who want it? Who? Who? Who want it? Who want it with the kid? Who? Who? Who? [Outro: Anuoluwapo Sandra Akinboboye (MIKE's late mother)] With the blood of Jesus Talk to you in the morning, okay? Blessings, more blessings to all of you I ring you guys with the blood of Jesus Michael, I send you an offer The blood of Jesus, no stressing Don’t stress, my baby It has been done already