text: Flippa
  You hate me, but Im paid
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid , Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid, Im paid 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  Today, today 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  What can you make today?
  Today, today 
  If I say , she gon say okay
  Told her to pull up and bring Chick-Fil-A
  She wanna kick it, she cool, she can stay
  Get em out the trap fast, treat em like a play
  Stack these bills face up, do what I say
  Run and gun to the cash, no andalé
  You niggas slow to the money, delay
   whenever I say
  10K Gucci jacket I left in the Wraith
  Whole bunch of Benjis, back-to-back Bentleys
  Section 8 shooters, I gave semis
  If I had a twin, wed be both countin yen
  Buy a Lam, flip it, do it again
  If its about money, count me in
  Im bout my money and Im bout to win 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid , Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid, Im paid 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  Today, today 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  What can you make today?
  Today, today 
  I fell in love with the money
  Up early in the morning, Im huggin these hundreds 
  Bought me some Gucci skydivers
  Just hopped on the jet and we boarded with colors 
  Aint gon stop buyin these diamonds
  I put this shit down, this shit look like a puddle
  I take a foreign and ride it
  Headed, Im swervin that shit through the gutter 
  I want the bread and the butter 
  I never tell her I love her 
  Young Gunna was never the runner
  And Im still coppin new Fendi runners 
  Since a youngin, I been doin numbers 
  I might fall, but I never can fumble 
  Got a luxury sedan, not a Honda 
  Fuck these freak hoes on top of the cover
  Ah, ya, yeah, yeah, told my nigga to keep it one hundred
  I dont fuck with you, know you play dirty
  Me and Flippa, we flippin this money 
  Shit aint sweet, niggas never was honey
  Disrespect, aint no cappin, we comin 
  Its a hundred round drum, Ima dump it 
  Drop a price on your head like Im dunkin 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid , Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid, Im paid 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  Today, today 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  What can you make today?
  Today, today 
  Rubber band fifty and tens
  What would she do for a band?
  Call of Duty, PS90 on me, FN
  I prefer Henn, I cant do the gin
  Run up the digits
  I give her a lil like a snippet
  Your money short like a midget
  Run it up like Urkel, that shit, I did it
  I run it up just like Urkel, I did it
  Im bout my paper
  She got good head like an A
  So my side bitch tryna erase her
  Cut him off cause he signed me to a major
  I got too much juice, you tried to make flavor
  You Captain Save-Her
  My frontend now, comes in later
  Throw salt on your partner, thats not player
  New crib sittin on three acres
  I take her to Jeffreys, you take her to Bakers 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid , Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid 
  You hate me, but Im paid
  Im paid, Im paid 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  Today, today 
  What can you make today? 
  What can you make today?
  What can you make today?
  Today, today