Paid In Full

(Intro – [Young Dolph])
Yeah…
Paper Route Empire
(Let the bandplay)
You know what the f*** goin’ on
Let’s get it
(Hook – [Young Dolph])
Paid in full, I don’t owe no favors (nah)
All this gold on me feel like a pharaoh (boss)
Used to move packs out a blacked-out rental
Now it’s G5 jets, no TSA metal (skrrt)
Hunnid on my wrist, that’s petty
Hunnid-round drum in the ‘Vette, real deadly
Told lil’ homie, “Get rich, stay ready”
I don’t do friends — just fam and fetti (let’s go)
(Verse 1 – [Young Dolph])
Pulled up clean in a matte black Benz
Dropped ten racks just to flex on my friends
Whole team ball like the league got rigged
I ain’t never sign, I own my s**t
Self-made, self-paid, self-taught
Never ran off, but I ran up a lot
Stack so thick, made the money counter jam
I was in the kitchen with the pots goin’ BLAM
(Bridge – [Young Thug])
YSL swing like Tarzan (slatt)
My diamonds hit like marching bands (bling)
I’m in the back with a carbon can
And a model chick from the Netherlands (woo)
Put the trap in her Birkin bag (brrt)
Used to have nothin’, now I brag (sheesh)
Pour a four, then I levitate (lean)
Gotta thank Dolph, we forever paid (slime)
(Verse 2 – [Young Thug])
I been in the field since yay tall
She call me slime but I play ball
Hundred round clip like a Dre song
PR chain swing like a wreckin’ wall
Rich Crip drip in a Maybach seat
Pockets on fat, can’t take no seat
And I’m still with the gang, ain’t switch no team
Diamonds on freeze, I don’t need no mink (woah!)
(Hook – [Young Dolph] & [Young Thug])
[Dolph]: Paid in full, I don’t owe no favors
[Thug]: Nah, slime don’t play with traitors
[Dolph]: Big boss talk, I’m the motivator
[Thug]: Slatt in the coupe with a laser
[Dolph]: Money stacked up like pages
[Thug]: I been rich since two thin stages
[Both]: Big bankroll, that’s daily
We don’t chase clout — we chase paper (slatt!)
(Outro – [Young Dolph] & [Young Thug] ad-libs)
[Dolph]: Long live the hustle
[Thug]: Slatt, slatt, slatt
[Dolph]: Independent forever
[Thug]: Free all my slimes
[Both]: Paid in full, that’s facts.

Pi’erre Bourne trap, brass horns