DJ Mustard - Get Paid lyrics

[Intro] HAHAHAHA! Mustard on the beat, ho [Hook] Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Play with my money and you gettin' sprayed I bet you can't dodge my bullets I bet you can't dodge my bullets You can throw dirt on my name But Imma put more dirt on your grave [Verse 1] I heard that boy talkin' negative about me Wait 'til I see that f** boy in the county I'm a type of goon to put a bounty on ya I'll have you dead in ten minutes if I really want ya TMI Gang, It's my f**in' squad I'm sellin' kilos but I can never get a job No sir, that was never me But I can be your boss and I can front you a ki You better pay me back on time, boy Before my gun get's up on the line, boy You know that I stay with them extendo's I'll shoot a rapper quick at his own show From a microphone, to a funeral Hatin' a** fool, man, you gotta go I'm a menace to society I'm a drug dealer with variety [Hook] Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Play with my money and you gettin' sprayed I bet you can't dodge my bullets I bet you can't dodge my bullets You can throw dirt on my name But Imma put more dirt on your grave [Verse 2] I can see your heart beat through your white tee I'm the wrong person to make your enemy Don't do it, I'm tellin' you It's a good night, I ain't tryna be shootin' you You don't want problems I'm the definition of a problem Twenty-five murders and they still can't solve 'em f** first forty-eight If I k**ed somebody, I don't leave a clue I k**ed your homeboy, what you gonna do? Nothin', stop, stop frontin' You can have a strap but you still shootin' nothin' Shut your motherf**ing mouth, you ain't never been a G When they talkin' about greatness, they talkin' about me Bury me in a gold casket Even dead, I'm still real flashin' [Hook] Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Play with my money and you gettin' sprayed I bet you can't dodge my bullets I bet you can't dodge my bullets You can throw dirt on my name But Imma put more dirt on your grave Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Let a young hitta get paid Play with my money and you gettin' sprayed I bet you can't dodge my bullets I bet you can't dodge my bullets You can throw dirt on my name But Imma put more dirt on your grave