She's Paid Songtext / Lyric

Dru Down... players up, tricks down

Let's get some green out these tenders mayne

More doe, more green, she's paid by the game I laced her with

Draped her with, ready to be like me but yet a soldierette

(Raided knee deep in this) Stolen wallets

Fake checks, burnin' the daddy, all cash for that ass

And she knew this, if it wasn't her it was a new bitch

Game don't stop for a pimp, pursue this

Break yourself bitch, the trap broken

She wanted to know why I talk like this (I'm outspoken)

Coughin' off the weed chokin', hop in the back of the two-door

Drive Knievel before I see the penelopes

We weave, don't have time, for the po-po's

But we got all the time to where as I speak right now ho

My Vogues oh, my suit boots and pinstripes

Recouped up on meth the next night

And plus um, at the house I got a new one, you know like major

The new big head bitch Ben Franklin chaser

She's paid, and I like it

She's paid, and she makes me rich

She's paid, rollin' down the avenue

She's paid, she always brings my money through

(She's just my fantasy)

Convertible XO, Gucci and Diamond XO

(Like an image in a magazine)

Sex me like R. Kelly plus pays for my celly

Lobster in my belly, jeans from Pelle Pelle

Private sponge baths so a playa's never smelly

Beach house in Malibu I can always swing through

From breakfast in bed plus head and tails too

Not your gigolo, Bosko's a playa pro

Fo sho' not diggin' but I ain't mad at cash flow

We be bouncin' out a stretch, stratosphere Las Vegas

The rich chose me and choosies can't be beggers

I'm, down to Bone like Thugs-N-Harmony

(For the love of money!) Plus chicks and Mastercard

See, she love to spend and I can't complain

Cause like I told ya before man, the hood has changed

She's paid, and I like it

She's paid, and she makes me rich

She's paid, rollin' down the avenue

She's paid, she always brings my money through

Now the pimps ain't dead, the hoes just scared

And every time we end up in bed I'm well fed

Money don't make me, hoes they can't break me

Pimpin' ain't easy, baby please pay me

You got the lips, the hips to coach bag money clips

And while you're countin' your chips ya like to sip

Cappuccino, but I'm far from a hero

Used to be less than zero

Now I'm multi-million, playa with no children

Livin' in estates, acres with the gates

Ferrari 512, playa haters go to hell

Hoes pop for show-n-tell, can I rock the bells?

Uh, who could it be now? The nigga AMG

With my homie Bosko and Dru Down

California sounds - bumpin' all in the trunk

Cause I'm wreckin' plenty hoes with that physical

funk, BITCH!

She's paid, and I like it

She's paid, and she makes me rich

She's paid, rollin' down the avenue

She's paid, she always brings my money through

And I like it, yes I like it

I like it, and I'm her perfect playa

I like it, yes I like it.

She's paid, and I like it

She's paid, and she makes me rich

She's paid, rollin' down the avenue

She's paid, she always brings my money through