[Produced by Calvin Kingston]

[Hook]
Let's get the paper paper (aye I wanna get paid)
Oh don’t you burn it we gon' (get this money)
I want the dough too (say it in a better way)
I want the bread fool (where's my money?)
Look, I want a payback
Bitch, I want my payback (it’s the kid)
"I'd like a playback" I don't even say that (mind ya biz)
Like may you please? Yes I can
Get the butter cause I'm nuts with the jam
Damn

[Verse 1: Kid Lacey]
Yo, let's get the money
Like the fruits of my labor
Lemme get Sania Latham
Cause I want a little flavor likе a roll up
Standing at your foot by the fruit
They don't wanna see me shoot
I salutе when I throw up
The nosey ass
"Oh he got class
How he gon kick it?"
So why you wondering how my writing is super wicked?
I'm lifted by my left hand
Flying private jets and they see me in the city
Fielding balls like a Mets fan
Pause
Don't need to cease the beat for me
I let it speak to me easily like iso Joe
So that’s the 3 on 3
I, Myself, and just me
It’s the Gemini
I saw your girl undress me
In the visual
Never typical
At the pinnacle
I'm peaking off of my residual
Psychedelic in the spiritual
Mentally I’m inclined by drive by's
Don't need a pass code
To unlock my hi-fi
TIDAL wave
Thank me right away
I'll say hi to Jay!
One day, when my fire save all the crisis call it existential
They’re gonna say go away but I'm presidential
And cooking up, Bobby Flay
Like that flavor I was talking about
No need to doubt my love of basketball
But I'm better in bouts, I lay the Ali
Flat smack down on the ground
It's serene when the sound goes surround
Shut down, you a clown
Hee Hee Ha Ha
Hyena, Mufasa
I could never get stopped
I stampede my aha—
Dripping like I needed a eureka
When I stick it the urethra
Got my Frank that's a tada, BOOM!

[Hook]
Let's get the paper paper (aye I wanna get paid)
Oh don't you burn it we gon (get this money)
I want the dough too (say it in a better way)
I want the bread fool (where's my money?)
Look, I want a payback
Bitch, I want my payback
"I'd like a playback" I don't even say that
Like may you please? Yes I can
Get the butter cause I'm nuts with the jam

[Verse 2: Calvin Kingston]
Yeah!
I'm not really living off Spotify
How am I paying? It's classified
Oh, now you crossing me
Dot the i
Money in mirrors
Reflecting my tee is white
Don't fuck with me with mentally
Got a part a sea with greenery easily
Got a model, all my me, what it mean to me
Stopping all the thoughts and cooking and being me
The goal is to live
The goal in this is just to love and to give
If I get a Benz, I'm riding in it
Then give it to sis when she go college-ing
Laugh at the bitches who told me my artistry wasn't worth shit
You told me to stop and I keep it coming
And they told me to quit
And I drop another
I don't give a fuck about a motherfucker
And like Dot in the day, that first line was something
And I'm going numb
But we both doing something
How the fuck Lacey want another?
We wanting something
A validation? Nothing
Just free to be the me that got
Put away when we were young and

[Hook]
I want a payback
I'd like a playback
May you please? Yes I can
Get the butter cause I'm nuts with the jam
Damn (rip this shit!)

[Verse 3: Kid Lacey]
Tadaaa, arms weak
So I Louis V for the Prada
I'm about to blow volcano on the top 5
Just admit you mad cause I'm high
Well we could get higher but y'all niggas afraid to try
Oops
Until I knew it would screw with the bolts
Take it and shake it for jolts
Charged up, plugging me into the voltage
Cocking my roaches
Level the token
Breathe out in the open
What's that you smoking
Oh it's the gas I swear this shit is fire
It can peak your highest desire
But what does it require
A couple elements
Yes, he was a special Kid
But I'm going off topic
So I'mma hope you got the gist...

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