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Artist: Lil' Keke 
Album:  The Commission 
Song:   Gettin' Paid 
Typed by: Lil Hustle 
  
[Hook] 
Got my mind on this money, cause I gotta stay paid 
Running into fakers on my journey, everyday 
Just because, they see a nigga riding high 
They think that I be slipping, and I don't know why 
I got this money in my pocket, making moves everyday 
Laughing at these haters, waving money in they face 
Even though I know, they really wanna ride 
I pay em no attention, and they don't know why 
  
[Lil' Keke] 
Hit em up get em up, early in the morning 
I'm smoking pine and writing rhymes, while niggaz still yawning 
By noon I'm out the do', twenty inches to the flo' 
Although bidness been slow, this mouthpiece fa sho 
And I know that no hoe, can interfere with this cash flow 
That ass we can bash, like grass begin to grow 
Zero once mo', had to show up and po' up 
Unexpectedly blow up, then proceed to sew up 
Bitches throw up they sick, far gon on my dick 
I was treated like shit, until I dropped my first hit 
Southside baby, won't you scream it if you mean it 
I done been there done that, 22 young I done seen it 
Got some plex go on bring it, rap star but I can   sing it 
Twenty G's a show, with eight mo' I can swing it 
Moving ki's and G's, on down to C.D.'s and LP's 
Clocking nothing but thee's, doing this thang with ease I'm getting paid 
  
[Hook] 
  
[Lil' Keke] 
This the space age playa, let's drift into places 
Where gangstas turn stars, on the regular basis 
You don't work you don't eat, lesson one on the street 
I'm the only man in my mama's eyes, I gotta be on feet 
But my mystery is complete, in this life long miracle 
I must confess I been blessed, just to be so lyrical 
Smoking blunts and pulling stunts, bitch I'm cold as a blizzard 
I get in to fit in, then blend in like a lizard 
It's the wizard, steady waving my wand 
Be calm in the presence, of the hard headed don 
Switched up on haters, grabbed the sto's and theaters 
Put the steak on a plate, large estates with the acres 
Put the punks in the trunks, put the frauds with the fakers 
Got my grind on, shine on with my paper 
How can you escape the, lyrical impact 
That's coming through your chest, your head and your back 
It's a fact that I stack, count mills to be exact 
Rap game hall of fame, nothing but awards and placks 
So where the haters at, so I could squash the chit-chat 
Born and raised to break hats, and stay strapped with my gat 
Cream mats in the Lac, chromey 4's be turning 
Money earning my concerning, plus the weed I'm burning 
I'm confirming the commission, while you suckers get played 
Jam Down it's for real, forever get paid we getting paid 
  
[Hook] 
  
[Lil' Keke] 
It's so hard to get rich, but easy to be broke 
And these toss up's and cross up's, mo' niggaz get smoked 
I'm at the end of the road, transacts for do' 
When there's a will there's a way, dear God I hope 
My career don't slow, or fall to something negative 
Proposition and mission, is to be an executive 
Cool calm and collected, intellectually respected 
The body to the rap game, I slowly dissect it 
I select the category, lyricists 
Ain't no changing us, dangerous serious 
I know ya curious, furious with your trigga 
Your army's busters ball, Jam Down is paid niggaz yeah we get paid 
  
[Hook - 2x]