Finally Paid

[Intro]

(If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon' shoot you)

[Chorus: Gunna]

I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe

Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face

VVS ice and it goes with this cake

Gotta new closet, I ran outta space

Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase

All the flights private, don’t see TSA

Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith

Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave

Future so shiny I don't see the shade

I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave

Diamonds stay clean like they came with a maid

Got us some motion, we finally paid

[Verse 1: Gunna]

Six in the mornin', I ain’t even yawning

Not a freak hoe but came up off a corner

New two door Porsche and no it’s not a loaner

I doubled up, now my trunk fit a motor (Yeah)

Big paper on tables inside of yo' Rover

Drink lean and sip weed, I could never be sober (Ya)

Dior cologne, she in love with my odor

Had racks since a youngin', my bitches be older

Gave back to my momma, still feel like I owe her

I wanna see more, these Lambo's sit lower

Went back got that shit I couldn’t afford

You ain’t cashin’ out, all the checks done got void

My team ballin' out like we playin' a sport

You gon' want a bitch, then you gotta get spored

Rock ice in my mouth now, it used to be foil (Ice)

Put words in my mouth, say I sound like a poet

[Chorus: Gunna]

I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe

Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face

VVS ice and it goes with this cake

Gotta new closet, I ran outta space

Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase

All the flights private, don’t see TSA

Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith

Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave

Future so shiny I don't see the shade

I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave

Diamonds stay clean like they came with a maid

Got us some motion, we finally paid

[Interlude: Juicy J & Gunna]

When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Hey)

Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch (Hey, uh)

When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Bitch)

Weak-ass, bitch (Hey), weak-ass, bitch (Hey)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

Went through it all for all kinda pain

Been through the storm, I done been through the rain

Gotta stay focused, I gotta maintain

I gotta fly through the hood with no brain

Bad bitches sniffin' cocaine

I’m drippin', they sprinklin' salt on my name

Keep throwin' shade 'cause I’m in my own lane

Sellin' out shows and they screamin' my name

Don’t let me get to the fashion

Walkin' in Saks and I’m spazzin'

Hop in the foreign, I’m doin' the dash

Thanks to the Lord I don’t crash it

I’m tryna fuck a Kardashian

I’m a go get it, no askin'

Robbin' these niggas, no Baskin'

I love the streets with a passion

[Chorus: Gunna]

I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe

Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face

VVS ice and it goes with this cake

Gotta new closet, I ran outta space

Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase

All the flights private, don’t see TSA

Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith

Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave

Future so shiny I don't see the shade

I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave

Diamonds stay clean like they came with a maid

Got us some motion, we finally paid

[Outro: Juicy J & Gunna]

Drink lean and sip weed, I could never be sober (Ya)

Dior cologne, she in love with my odor

Had racks as a youngin', my bitches be older

When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Hey)

Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch (Hey)

When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Hey)

Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch