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Can Holiday get some of this motherfucking paper around here please?

Shit, I`m fucked up

I aint the lyin type



[Brodhead Kids]

Can I get paid

I`m just tryin to make some cash

I`m just tryin to make some cash



[Verse 1]

I told you I ball for dope

I`m in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin hauler notes

Spendin 200 G`s in the fall for coats

You could call me alotta things but don`t call me broke

and I told you I bust my steel

I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to fuck up your deal

but I told you I make my bail

I`m at home in the alcohol bath tryin to shake the jail

and I`m pickin up my automatics, automatically

I got a bad habit, makin people mad at me

Dog, I`m just tryin to get paid

Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run and get laid

Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid

Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal

Got to get my head right `fore I fly to Brazil

Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up



[HOOK: The Brodhead Kids]

Can I get paid

I`m just tryin to make some cash

I`m just tryin to make some cash

Can I get paid

I`m just tryin to make some cash

I`m just tryin to make some cash



[Verse 2]

Dog, you`d be pleased to kick it

I`ma call up my NBA niggas get some season tickets

Catch me in the skybox in any arena

I won`t be happy til I cop my niggas 50 medinas

But I`m tryin to be realistic, and I get really twisted

So I`m settlin for seventy beamers

Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets

One on one so I can get some real cake

Tryin to see my shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for `self

so you know I`m still pitchin the boy

and the niggas need lottery numbers

Charge this ?? freak DeCalis and Hummers

Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come

Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones

and if I can`t live it up, then I`m runnin up

in the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up



[HOOK]



[Verse 3]

I kill lemonade peeps

It`s Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri and the lemonade seats

Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy

Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies

Doublin and flippin

You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen

That`s why I keep the 45 government edition

sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat

The big screen is crazy and I`m lovin the conditions

I got a vision and it`s cash involved

Can I get paid, or you get sprayed

It be the only damn question that I`m askin y`all, what up



[HOOK]

Can Holiday get some of this motherfucking paper around here please?

Shit, I`m fucked up

I aint the lyin type



[Brodhead Kids]

Can I get paid

I`m just tryin to make some cash

I`m just tryin to make some cash



[Verse 1]

I told you I ball for dope

I`m in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin hauler notes

Spendin 200 G`s in the fall for coats

You could call me alotta things but don`t call me broke

and I told you I bust my steel

I stay cuffed in the bullpen like P you bout to fuck up your deal

but I told you I make my bail

I`m at home in the alcohol bath tryin to shake the jail

and I`m pickin up my automatics, automatically

I got a bad habit, makin people mad at me

Dog, I`m just tryin to get paid

Cop some jewels too, act like a fool too, run and get laid

Ten million for the crib put the gun on the maid

Weed on the chefs, so I can get high with the meal

Got to get my head right `fore I fly to Brazil

Make my sheets outta hundreds so I can lie in a mil, what up



[HOOK: The Brodhead Kids]

Can I get paid

I`m just tryin to make some cash

I`m just tryin to make some cash

Can I get paid

I`m just tryin to make some cash

I`m just tryin to make some cash



[Verse 2]

Dog, you`d be pleased to kick it

I`ma call up my NBA niggas get some season tickets

Catch me in the skybox in any arena

I won`t be happy til I cop my niggas 50 medinas

But I`m tryin to be realistic, and I get really twisted

So I`m settlin for seventy beamers

Somebody call Bill Gates, tell him meet with the streets

One on one so I can get some real cake

Tryin to see my shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for `self

so you know I`m still pitchin the boy

and the niggas need lottery numbers

Charge this ?? freak DeCalis and Hummers

Blow smoke in the sky till the Air Force come

Cop 50,000 pair of Air Force Ones

and if I can`t live it up, then I`m runnin up

in the record label tellin everybody give it up, what up



[HOOK]



[Verse 3]

I kill lemonade peeps

It`s Holiday with the fruit punch Ferarri and the lemonade seats

Face look really aggy, jeans really baggy

Fitted hat, white T and some Bruno Maglies

Doublin and flippin

You understand I need a house so big I need a shuttle to the kitchen

That`s why I keep the 45 government edition

sofa costs a hundred, so do the love seat

The big screen is crazy and I`m lovin the conditions

I got a vision and it`s cash involved

Can I get paid, or you get sprayed

It be the only damn question that I`m askin y`all, what up



[HOOK]

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