Can Holiday get some of this motherfucking paper around here please?
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Shit, I'm fucked up
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I aint the lyin type
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[Brodhead Kids]
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Can I get paid
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I'm just tryin to make some cash
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I'm just tryin to make some cash
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[Verse 1]
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I told you I ball for dope
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I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin hauler notes
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Spendin 200 G's in the fall for coats
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You could call me alotta things but don't call me broke
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and I told you I bust my steel
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I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to fuck up your deal
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but I told you I make my bail
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I'm at home in the alcohol bath tryin to shake the jail
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and I'm pickin up my automatics, automatically
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I got a bad habit, makin people mad at me
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Dog, I'm just tryin to get paid
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Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run and get laid
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Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid
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Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal
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Got to get my head right 'fore I fly to Brazil
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Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up
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[HOOK: The Brodhead Kids]
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Can I get paid
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I'm just tryin to make some cash
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I'm just tryin to make some cash
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Can I get paid
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I'm just tryin to make some cash
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I'm just tryin to make some cash
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[Verse 2]
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Dog, you'd be pleased to kick it
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I'ma call up my NBA niggas get some season tickets
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Catch me in the skybox in any arena
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I won't be happy til I cop my niggas 50 medinas
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But I'm tryin to be realistic, and I get really twisted
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So I'm settlin for seventy beamers
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Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets
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One on one so I can get some real cake
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Tryin to see my shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self
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so you know I'm still pitchin the boy
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and the niggas need lottery numbers
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Charge this ?? freak DeCalis and Hummers
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Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come
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Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones
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and if I can't live it up, then I'm runnin up
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in the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 3]
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I kill lemonade peeps
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It's Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri and the lemonade seats
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Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy
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Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies
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Doublin and flippin
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You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen
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That's why I keep the 45 government edition
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sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat
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The big screen is crazy and I'm lovin the conditions
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I got a vision and it's cash involved
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Can I get paid, or you get sprayed
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It be the only damn question that I'm askin y'all, what up
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[HOOK]
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Get Paid
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