Lyrical Breakdown of paid my dues (feat. Takeoff) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Roddy Ricch weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "paid my dues (feat. Takeoff)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Had to call my accountant to make sure a nigga wasn't trippin' I done ran up a check, lookin' like a nigga doin' fitness Late night, back of the club, searchin' and fishin' I went back to the Glock 'cause everybody talkin' 'bout switches If I said I fuck with you, I fuck with you When they pile up that money on money on money on money We see what these niggas do I ain't never gon' run, you know I ain't holdin' my tongue For these niggas, I tell the truth They say I'm a young nigga and I keep it too solid You know I done paid my dues You know I done paid my dues I look at my phone and see what bitch I'm finna hit I scroll and pick and choose Roddy and Take', they know it ain't safe So I suggest that you play it cool They let us in and gave us the space to win So how could a nigga lose? Been havin' money, I came out the womb To havin' that shit on in middle school Year after year, gotta keep it comin' Keep the wardrobe and the wheel new When all of these hoes see how me and Take' move It get crowded, I take two And I'm knockin' that bitch down on the first date I ain't never gotta take two I got hoes on hoes on hoes on hoes They swing on each other like Babe Ruth I go to Fashion Week sittin' on the side with a double cup I got a sweet tooth All-white Rollie Sky-Dweller, and the face K.C. Blue Plain Jane gold presidential, I got yellow rings, look like Pikachu Look in my garage, this ain't no façade They got different eyes when they peek at you Had to call my accountant to make sure a nigga wasn't trippin' I done ran up a check, lookin' like a nigga doin' fitness Late night, back of the club, searchin' and fishin' I went back to the Glock 'cause everybody talkin' 'bout switches If I said I fuck with you, I fuck with you When they pile up that money on money on money on money We see what these niggas do I ain't never gon' run, you know I ain't holdin' my tongue For these niggas, I tell the truth They say I'm a young nigga and I keep it too solid You know I done paid my dues You know I done paid my dues Still gettin' Still sippin' on the lean like I'm motherfuckin' pimpin' Driveway loaded than a bitch My driveway loaded than a bitch, nigga (bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga) My driveway loaded than a bitch, nigga (bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga) My driveway loaded than a bitch, nigga (bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga)