Lyrics to Shawty Paid Intro
DY Krazy
He is crazy, shit is crazy
Nyeah
Real trap nigga on a yacht
I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop
I'm buyin' guns, I want my profit, homie, don't get shot
I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic at your bitch's job
And these niggas tryna copy, but they out of style
Pull up Aventa', slide the door back, my lil' niggas wild
I took his bitches and his coat, put my jewelry down
I got too many bitches on me, in and out of town
Dolce, hit 'em with a fee, I came in this bitch flee
Don't let your lady 'round me, homie, I might break her knee
Got Louis V up on my tee, I heard you fuckin' cheap
And have all faced up, I like my money neat (Damn)
Like my money neat
My freak up in my sheets
4EP, 1-0-1-7
E, I'm hot
Damn, I just broke the scale
These niggas lyin' in they rap, they never sold bales
Swear they was all up in the trap, these niggas goin' to Hell
I got two hundred in my closet, think I got the bail
With my niggas, got six Glocks, we all in Bloomingdales
Pull up the truck, beat and go crazy, Forgi whippin' wheels
Ain't no pasifist, if they sneak dissin', I can't let 'em live
Got his bitch backseat of Rover, hand on ponytail
You would think he played some sports because he caught the shell
Real trap nigga on a yacht
I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop
I'm buyin' guns, I want my profit, homie, don't get shot
I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic at your bitch's job
And these niggas tryna copy, but they out of style
Pull up Aventa', slide the door back, my lil' niggas wild
I took his bitches and his coat, put my jewelry down
I got too many bitches on me, in and out of town
He is crazy, shit is crazy
Nyeah
Real trap nigga on a yacht
I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop
I'm buyin' guns, I want my profit, homie, don't get shot
I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic at your bitch's job
And these niggas tryna copy, but they out of style
Pull up Aventa', slide the door back, my lil' niggas wild
I took his bitches and his coat, put my jewelry down
I got too many bitches on me, in and out of town
Dolce, hit 'em with a fee, I came in this bitch flee
Don't let your lady 'round me, homie, I might break her knee
Got Louis V up on my tee, I heard you fuckin' cheap
And have all faced up, I like my money neat (Damn)
Like my money neat
My freak up in my sheets
4EP, 1-0-1-7
E, I'm hot
Damn, I just broke the scale
These niggas lyin' in they rap, they never sold bales
Swear they was all up in the trap, these niggas goin' to Hell
I got two hundred in my closet, think I got the bail
With my niggas, got six Glocks, we all in Bloomingdales
Pull up the truck, beat and go crazy, Forgi whippin' wheels
Ain't no pasifist, if they sneak dissin', I can't let 'em live
Got his bitch backseat of Rover, hand on ponytail
You would think he played some sports because he caught the shell
Real trap nigga on a yacht
I got knots up in my pocket and these ain't no prop
I'm buyin' guns, I want my profit, homie, don't get shot
I'm Shawty Paid, I am the topic at your bitch's job
And these niggas tryna copy, but they out of style
Pull up Aventa', slide the door back, my lil' niggas wild
I took his bitches and his coat, put my jewelry down
I got too many bitches on me, in and out of town
