If it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense
So don’t kill game, let the pimpin’-
I ain’t never quittin’ on my homies from the set
Rather die a legend than be livin’ with regrets
Granny up in Heaven, know she watch a n#gg# bat
E Class, flyin’ down’ [?] Ave
I know that you love me but you gotta give me space
Money hungry women do whatever for a taste
All my people in the hood, what it’s finna take
To have everybody livin’ good, I don’t wanna wait
In a minute, I’ma bust a juug, I’ma make a play
Hit the homie up and hit a lick, run in where you stay
All the pressure I be dealin’ with, still ain’t ever change
I’m about the money, I ain’t f#ckin’ with the fame
DJ Quik (Get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid)
If it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense (Get paid, young n#gg#, get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid)
DJ Quik (Get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid)
If it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense (Get paid, young n#gg#, get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid, get paid)
You should see the limit on my Amex
One phone call, and it’s n#gg#s at your address
I’m gon’ ball ’til I’m sittin’ the grave
f#ck all y’all, bet Ramona get the last laugh
Close your mouth when you talkin’ to a killer, b#tch
They say I murder cuh, I say, “I’m innocent”
This ain’t suburbia, these n#gg#s ignorant
I always get my man, I only miss my b#tch
Yeah, hit me up if you wish
I’m in the studio, couple guns, couple Crips
Tryna make a hunnid Ms, what’s a couple bands?
Keep it comin’ in, keep it comin’
DJ Quik (Yeah, get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid)
If it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense (Get paid, young n#gg#, get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid)
DJ Quik (Get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid)
If it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense (Get paid, young n#gg#, get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid, get paid)
(Get paid, yeah, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid
Get paid, young n#gg#, get paid, get paid, young n#gg#, get paid)
n#gg# that you know that’s been down for years
I’ve clowned for years, and y’all could never fade my peers
One, two, three, four, five-
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