[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver]
You already know what it is n***a, Trademark in this bitch n***a
Fucking with my 31st n***a, money second family first n***a
Let's come up with ways to get paid quicker
It ain't nothing for me to split a check with ya
Double up and then its on again, keep it 100 I was born to win
Trying to make it in this world of sin
Make a million when I stroke my pen
Keep a 40 on me hater fall back
This that New Orleans shit where the squad at
East side where I reside but in Kenner I got family ties
All my homies certified, all they know is ride or die
For real I got my eye on the prize
I'm getting to this money no lie
Clocking in everyday like a 9 to 5
May not come when you call but I'm always on time
One thing about me I don't play about my grind
This truth in my lines, I don't tell you no lies
Came up from nothing now I'm on the rise
Get this money stack it, fuck a new ride
Got bigger plans now I'm a grown man, I'm thinking about my future way in advance
Set this trust fund up for my little mans, show him how to turn a dollar into bands
This real life, spit it how I live it get it right
Me and my n***a on a move for this paper, plotting our payday every night

[Hook: Young Roddy]
Plotting our payday every night
Plotting our payday every night
Get it right bitch keep it right
We plotting our payday every night
Plotting our payday every night
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I ain't never chasing no bitches, I'm only chasing that paper
My homie risking his freedom just to make a little paper
I used to walk around pacing, daydreaming about paper
I grab the dice and I shake 'em, I'm like bitch pay me my paper
I guess them n***as love being broke, you can't get no paper being lazy
I try my best to stay sane, man you know this world can get crazy
My homie fresh out the jail cell but they still got him on papers
And I ain't saying no raw paper when I say I'm burning that paper
I started out without no dough, I had no paper for the cable
Now its paper all on my counter, all on my floor and all on my table
Had a pocket full of that paper running from a trailblazer
I swear to God for a little paper she'll put her hands by her ankles
Tough love n***a tough love, man they hate to see you get paper
I used to play cops and robbers, or either play with my SEGA
Make way n***a make way, I'm dropping bombs like mayday
I spit crack yeah straight crack, when this album drops its payday

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Le$]
Pull up on these n***as feeling higher than an astronaut
Pulled the baddest bitches even though we didn't have a lot
Never had to ask a lot 'cause I went and did it
If you lazy then I doubt that you would get it, shit
Told n***as I'm focused now ain't got time for slow motion
Wanna lock me up out the game we kicking doors open, shit
Only gonna get one life can't waste it all just hopin'
N***as rather just wish for it man what the fuck is yall smokin'
Look I barely been getting my sleep, chasing it out on the street
Stacking it up on repeat, fuck all the pressure I'm rollin' a sweet
I'm keeping it cool when I'm facing the heat
Ain't seen a top fast because I had to take the stairs
Never cared no the game ain't fair
Kept it player still smoking big killa when I'm loaded
You can see it in my eyes that's the only way I show it
New Cadillac is fast I just [?] shift and flow it
Young playa came up and you didn't even notice
[Hook]