Video Finally Paid de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Finally Paid Lyrics

[Intro]
(If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon' shoot you)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe
Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face
VVS ice and it goes with this cake
Gotta new closet, I ran outta space
Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase
All the flights private, don’t see TSA
Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith
Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave
Future so shiny I don't see the shade
I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave
Diamonds they clean like they came with a maid
Got us some motion, we finally paid

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Six in the mornin', I ain’t even yawning
Not a freak hoe but came up off a corner
New two door Porsche and no it’s not a loaner
I doubled up, now my trunk fit a motor (Yeah)
Big paper on tables inside of yo' Rover
Drink lean and sip weed, I could never be sober (Ya)
Dior cologne, she in love with my odor
Had racks since a youngin', my bitches be older
Gave back to my momma, still feel like I owe her
I wanna see more, these Lambo's sit lower
Went back got that shit I couldn’t afford
You ain’t cashin’ out, all the checks done got void
My team ballin' out like we playin' a sport
You gon' want a bitch, then you gotta get spored
Rock ice in my mouth now, it used to be foil (Ice)
These words in my mouth, say I sound like a poet
[Chorus: Gunna]
I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe
Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face
VVS ice and it goes with this cake
Gotta new closet, I ran outta space
Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase
All the flights private, don’t see TSA
Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith
Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave
Future so shiny I don't see the shade
I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave
Diamonds they clean like they came with a maid
Got us some motion, we finally paid

[Interlude: Juicy J & Gunna]
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Hey)
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch (Hey, uh)
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Bitch)
Weak-ass, bitch (Hey), weak-ass, bitch (Hey)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Went through it all for all kinda pain
Been through the storm, I done been through the rain
Gotta stay focused, I gotta maintain
I gotta fly through the hood with no brain
Bad bitches sniffin' cocaine
I’m drippin', they sprinklin' salt on my name
Keep throwin' shade 'cause I’m in my own lane
Sellin' out shows and they screamin' my name
Don’t let me get to the fashion
Walkin' in Saks and I’m spazzin'
Hop in the foreign, I’m doin' the dash
Thanks to the Lord I don’t crash it
I’m tryna fuck a Kardashian
I’m a go get it, no askin'
Robbin' these niggas, no Baskin'
I love the streets with a passion
[Chorus: Gunna]
I get them dollars, put 'em in a safe
Roll up my problems, smoke them to the face
VVS ice and it goes with this cake
Gotta new closet, I ran outta space
Safety deposit, I'm bankin' with Chase
All the flights private, don’t see TSA
Fifty round choppa with me in that wraith
Watch my surroundings, ain't goin' to the grave
Future so shiny I don't see the shade
I'm rollercoaster, they ridin our wave
Diamonds they clean like they came with a maid
Got us some motion, we finally paid

[Outro: Juicy J & Gunna]
Drink lean and sip weed, I could never be sober (Ya)
Dior cologne, she in love with my odor
Had racks as a youngin', my bitches be older
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Hey)
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch (Hey)
When I say "Weak-ass", you say "Bitch" (Hey)
Weak-ass, bitch, weak-ass, bitch