作词 : Michael Jordan Bonema
作曲 : Michael Jordan Bonema
[Intro]
We gots to get paid
Paid, paid
Ayy

[Verse]
Who want it with the kid from the motherland?
Pass daps and the spliff to my brother hand
Can't pick from the dish of another man
I be spending days sick, just wondering
’Member back then, shit, I was stuttering
Know where the bread is, looking where the butter
Too, too grown for the other shit
I be hurting, smoking ****, stay numbing it
Want the whole, do the most for just some of it
A lot of niggas talk shit, don't run with it
Cops skullies and bubbles when the summer end
Potbelly, in trouble with the government
Pop Henny and a double, you can summon him
Drive heavy 'cause we coming with the luggages
Who, who, who knows him?
Forget his lyrics when he thinking, lose focus
Who wrote this?
Better bring him out the genie bottle, hoping
Must be clinging to this teenie-tiny token
Crib, we chilling, probably with Medhane smoking
Through the wind beside me, in it, I be floating, I be floating

[Chorus]
Who want it with the kid? Who want it?
Who want it with the kid? Who want it? Who?
Who want it with the kid?
Who want it with the kid?
Who want it with the kid? Uh
Who want it? Who want it with the kid?
Who want it? Who? Who?
Who want it?
Who want it with the kid? Who? Who?
Who?

[Outro: Anuoluwapo Sandra Akinboboye (MIKE's late mother)]
With the blood of Jesus
Talk to you in the morning, okay?
Blessings, more blessings to all of you
I ring you guys with the blood of Jesus
Michael, I send you an offer
The blood of Jesus, no stressing
Don’t stress, my baby
It has been done already