Paid & Put Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Nito, what up, my n*gga?)
You know we poppin' champagne
Poppin' tags
You know what the f*ck goin' on
You b*tches gon' die if y'all waitin' for me to go out sad
(Can you hear me, though?)

[Verse 1]
Bussdown, middle part, six thirteen
Fendi prints on my ass, thousand-dollar jeans
Twenty-five dollar special, yo' b*tch wearing Sheins
You just wanna f*ck wit' me 'cause I'm one of the supremes
You can't f*ck with me currently, you b*tches know that
Try to breathe on me, my mans gon' blow that
I was uppin' more pape' even in my throwbacks (For sure that)
Playin' wit a ticket, y'alls postin' them lil' racks (Why you post that?)
I hit Saks like they owe me one
Can't stunt on me, mami, I'm the coldest one
I'm the reason why you **** went and bought a gun (pus*y)
Five hunnid grams on my neck, that's a honey bun
Gimme that head and that munyun
Don't stop 'til the sun done (Yeah)
You the b*tch he bleeds, I'm the b*tch he needs
That thang thangin' in the back, I think clappa's on me
Your pus*y drier than a desert, my pus*y on cream
In that raggedy apartment, b*tch, get up and clean
Hoes ain't got sh*t up in they name but expired IDs
Some pus*y in a pub bar, no choosin' fee
My b*tches piecin' up and they tryna find D
[Pre-Chorus]
Know some lil' skeezer big ass gon' bust today
I know some hoes fake hoeing dressin' up in lingerie
Thinkin' this a fashion show, out there playin' on the blade
I just touched down today, yeah, I'm finna parlay
Moissanite diamonds, your jay is cut
New mansion out the way goin' viral as f*ck
b*tches want my life, I'm paid and put up
Doing content, Versace robe, dolled up

[Chorus]
Tell these b*tches to get active
(Get active, ho)
Tell these b*tches to get active
(I'm paid and put up)
Tell these b*tches to get active
Matchin' and smashin', high fashion
(With a passion)

[Verse 2]
You ain't got gas money, you ain't got a ride (Loser)
You ain't got a vehicle, you almost twenty five (That's a shame)
Pedestrian, bye, b*tch, you must be high (Smoker)
BBJ special, it should charge forty-five (Bareback queen)
It's 'bout time that you di*k eaters pick a side (di*k sucker)
Don't know if you hate the kid or wanna di*k ride (di*k sucker)
You can't name five states you may trap in
What type of ho is you if you ain't get the backend?
[Pre-Chorus]
Know some lil' skeezer big ass gon' bust today
I know some hoes fake hoeing dressin' up in lingerie
Thinkin' this a fashion show, out there playin' on the blade
I just touched down today, yeah, I'm finna parlay
Moissanite diamonds, your jay is cut
New mansion out the way goin' viral as f*ck
b*tches want my life, I'm paid and put up
Doing content, Versace robe, dolled up

[Chorus]
Tell these b*tches to get active
(Get active, ho)
Tell these b*tches to get active
(I'm paid and put up)
Tell these b*tches to get active
I'm matchin' and smashin', and high fashion
(Tell these b*tches to get—)

[Outro]
Yeah
Lying-ass b*tch couldn't let me walk past him
Look, I'm matchin' and smashin', and high fashion