Rocaine - Paid In Full lyrics

[Verse 1] sh** gettin real, sh** gettin wild Found out its money on my head now But these n***as p**y, they can't do the job Get yo money back b**h, cause I'm still alive Boy I won't stop Can't stop My shoota locked up, these n***as think its safe now b**h it's trap season, I can't spend nothing on you Get caught, I don't say sh** like I need money Let me tell you bout these f** n***as... CAN'T! I don't f** wit n***as Run off with my sh** young f** n***a Pump make a n***a catch 12 Andrew Luck n***a Can't chill witchu, I don't trust n***as Can't talk, can't hang, can't smoke witchu Stuck up, don't give a f** I ain't no f** n***a Ain't talkin bout f**in Can't f** witchu b**h if I fall off, ima bounce back I got k**as everywhere 8 mile to southwest You brought some new Louie's I brought that loud pack Cop 6 grams, cut it up Bring a thousand back Walk into the trap, feins showin up In the spot, no heat It be cold as f** Young n***a on it Young n***as know what up k** a young n***a quick No throwing up [Paid In Full Interlude] I'm about to be on some real murder sh** Ace I'm telling you man, any n***a that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money, or ever said any jealous bullsh** about me is f**ing dead! You understand what the f** I'm saying Ace? They're f**in dead man! I don't give a f** about nothing man! [Outro] Man I hate n***as Stay away from n***as If you need white girl bake a cake wit n***as