Bitch I'm Paid [Verse 1:] Ay, Bitch I'm paid we don't need no conversation Young black millionaire let that be your motivation Ok heres a ultimatum either fuck me or you leave She got right down on her knees man I love her dedication She suck me like a alien you catch never hear me complaining MotherFuck a super head that lil bitch need to be famous Complain about some money then you best believe I'm gone Barely maintain while my cup be overflowin Made a million in the streets and the money keep growin It's still growing cus my bitch still hoeing Never mind a new car I'm sellin 57 bowin 11 25 a new hustler was born [Verse 2:] I Got a fetish for the cash man I swear I can't control it I Got a pouch in my pocket ain't no tellin what I'm holdin I'm payin for the haters so the paper what I'm folding Know I'm getting money but my haters growing I Ain't worried about these niggas I be rollin with the heater Payin where you chillin .... can't believe ya (yeah) I Keep my pockets over flowing with the grass I be follin in the club and I be blowin puff puff pass ...To yourself, mind your business nigga chill You talk but you don't know me why you in a niggas grill I Said it's more....be and dolla If you ain't talkin money we ain't tryna holla [Verse 3:] I give my nigga mo pennies just to get on my nigga He caught me ... come to shit on these niggas You know I go so hard you gotta quit on this nigga Hot Dolla and we got another hit on these niggas Eastside, zone 6 yeah I'm talkin bout that A again And you know I'm paid I ain't even gotta say again Show room floor duffle bag all there All rubber band up straight cash no check It's Konvict, civic entertainment, the Gang You know we paid you can tell by the chain Still switchin lanes in my old a bang Why you gay why you lookin for a lane