Do What Pays Ya - Big Shug

Yeah, yeah, you know

You gotta make money out here today

It don’t matter how you make your money

You know what I’m saying

Cause we all got to get paid

Word is born

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

When I was young pimping was the shit

I knew that when I grew up I would be apart of it

Fly clothes, driving in eldorados

Fat stacks of dough everywhere I go

Everyone knows my name, so what I’m in a dirty game

Somebody gotta keep it sane

At least I’m not sticking needles in my arm

Or being a kingpin like don juan

Drinking dom pérignon staying smooth

Trying to get my cash on, trying to keep the move

One step ahead of five o

So I can keep this flow, I gotta keep the dirty dough

Don’t knock the way I get paid

Cause if I worked at mc donalds I would get played

So I be in the street for the rest of my life

Keeping razor sharp like a knife

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

In 88 I used to sell cocaine at conways

Made about four grand a day

Now this type of loot made me the man

I was the target in murderpan

I used to have mad chicks wanna ride the dick

I had the flyest of suits my shit was slick

I used to drive around with mad fake friends in my benz

And I was getting crazy ends

But one day all of that came to an end

Cause one snitch flipped up and became a bitch

And told five o my moves

But I got to win cause I never lose

Now they think that I might go upstate

I’m gonna make it kid I still get my papes

And when I get out imma still get down

Peace to pablo escobar and nino brown

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

It seems like in 95

The only way you survive is to get a 9 to 5

But imma still try to keep my life fly

And manifest life and try to step right

And even though my head wants to tell me left

I got to try and move on without the petty theft

But I still got the hustle in my heart

And the streets will always be apart

Of who I be and what I be and what I choose to be

I got to still get the money

And love the sin of dead presidents

And I can’t stop because I got to pay my rent

(Interlude)

So, all the hustlers out there

And all the street players

You know what I’m saying?

And all those trying to move ahead

This is all for you

You gotta keep getting your dough

Whether you’re working a job

Whether you’re walking the streets

Whether you out there like that

You know what I’m saying?

Keep it real, baby!

Make money

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya

Got to do what pays ya

Word to joe frazier got to do what pays ya