Too Paid by Rojas On The Beat Lyrics

[Letra de "Too Paid" ft. Fetty Wap, Zuvi, Fuzzy Fazzu, Murder & Ator Untela]

[Intro]
M-M-MC Records

[Verso 1: Fetty Wap]
See me say "what's up?", bae, they know what's up
Ridin' in the truck, bae, they know we up
You ain't gang, gang, nigga, can't roll with us
This ain't the same strain, nigga, don't roll it up
I'll do this for my bros, I'll do this for my thugs, yeah
Block full of gangsters, came up sellin' drugs, yeah
Shout out all my bad bitches, over here showing love, yeah
Rollin' with some savages, snuck it in the club, yeah
Ah, we got molly, bitch
Ah, we got weed, yeah
You just call my phone, I got what you need, yeah
I don't fuck with dog food, don't fuck with DEA, ah
I do not pop percs, this a EEA

[Chorus: Zuvi]
Posted at the photoshoot with my brothers, yeah
Get my show money, then I give it to my mother
I can never tеll a bitch I love her
'Cause shе gone do me wrong on a Sunday
Then she gon' feel me brosky on a Monday
Just sex, they kicked it right on Tuesday
I'm in Miami and I'm posted with my new, bae
Yeah, yeah, and I know to pay her
[Bridge: Fuzzy Fazzu]
Big stick, I'm up lit (Yeah)
Hundred on the highway (Yeah)
I've been twistin' up my drink (Yeah)
[?] okay (Yeah)
I'm fresh every day (Fuzzy, Fuzzy)
Money on me, I'm paid, yeah
I'm fresh everyday (Fuzzy, Fuzzy)
Money on me, I'm paid, yeah

[Verso 3: Fuzzy Fazzu]
Gang, gang, pull up front and center of the club (Gang, gang)
Make these bitches wet like the bottom of the tub (Gang, gang)
We gon' pull a double part, do not move my shit (Nah)
We gon' walk past, you might wanna tell your bitch, yeah

[Chorus: Zuvi]
Posted at the photoshoot with my brothers, yeah
Get my show money, then I give it to my mother
I can never tell a bitch I love her
'Cause she gone do me wrong on a Sunday
Then she gon' feel me brosky on a Monday
Just sex, they kicked it right on Tuesday
I'm in Miami and I'm posted with my new, bae
Yeah, yeah, and I know to pay her
[Verso 4: Murder]
Baby, say "what's up?" (Up)
We ready for the club 'cause I'm ready with my Glock (Pa-pa-pa)
Let it go, I'm a Murder with the flock
And money stack up to the top
If you wanna smoke a blunt just call me on my phone (Wuh, wuh, wuh)
Llámame, mamichula, que en la cama yo te mato (Ey)
Yo lo hago, yo no hablo, yo trabajo para el diablo, soy sicario ​(Ey, ey, ey, ey)
Salgo pa' la pista a diario, mi flow los está matando
Yo lo' lleno de disparo', prr, pah, ice-ice
Nigga, what's the price-price?
Droga, bitches y pistola, flow Miami Vice-Vice
I'm a super fly high
Los kilo' de white cocaína pura
Vino de Perú y se puso dura, óyeme

[Verso 5: Ator Untela]
De soles a dólare', tanto alcohol que me quemé
Mi ganga sacó tre' g, como lluvia la mojé
No tengo a otra y no me cree, y en verda' yo tengo a die'
Con mi ex sí la engañé, abrió las pierna' y yo entré
Mariana, le gusta Mariana
Nos pasamo' de pepa', despertamo' mañana
Y yo me empato con los pana', no quiero sapo', rana'
Dale, préndelo y se va la que no mama, skrrt
Ceviche pa'l mundo, alcohol y me confundo
Tela pero jumba ropa, dame die' segundo
A la compe la tumbo, un éxito rotundo
Dime cuándo se la hundo, tú sabe' cómo zumbo
[Outro]
Ayy Rojas, where you at, shorty?
T-T-Tenox make the money rain