Payday
Wrist game on fleek, wrist game on fleek
Wrist game on fleek, wrist game on fleek
Sauce, Motherfuckin
Here I go
Pulled up in a car and I left on a bike
She wanted the money I gave her the pipe
You in a bitch DM i'm chasing a check
My foot on these fuck niggaz neck, bitch
Money, power & respect, bitch
9 millimeter my best friend
Busting the pack out the plastic
Real shit no cap we ain't acting
Play like a goofy I blast it
Busting the pack out the plastic
My women freaky, I run with the glizzy
Schooling these niggaz like i'm Mr. Feeny
Pulling the pole, let it off
They must think that i'm playing with em, loud pack & vodka that's in my system
Got it for cheap like a yard sale
Stick to the script like i'm Denzel
Hitting these hoes with a big flex
Got your bitch on her back like a bench press
You know how i'm coming
Got the sticks with me the chopper be drumming
You'll shit out a bag them shots hit your stomach
Hit from the back she be shaking and cumming
I'm living this lifestyle
A.S.A.P need it right now
Grinding so crazy I get why they mad at me
I know they faking they cap like a salary
Ran up them numbers came back to the south
Plotting on rappers and taking them out
Flooding the streets when they say its a drought
Fuck niggaz do anything for the clout
I got a plate, put on my team
Turn to Wu Tang, we all getting cream
Redrum my name and don't you forget it
Sleep on me i'll have you waking up sweating
Pulling the pole, let it off
Pulled up in a car and I left on a bike
She wanted the money I gave her the pipe
You in a bitch DM i'm chasing a check
My foot on these fuck niggaz neck, bitch
Money, power & respect, bitch
9 millimeter my best friend
Busting the pack out the plastic
Real shit no cap we ain't acting
Play like a goofy I blast it
Busting the pack out the plastic
My women freaky, I run with the glizzy
Schooling these niggaz like i'm Mr. Feeny
Pulling the pole let it off
Bitch I been feeling like Tony Montana
Like Bob The Builder I roll with a hammer
Drunk and i'm driving don't know where i'm headed
Work selling out like the Jordan 11's
I took your bitch and you can't get her back
I'm a fly nigga can't fuck with a nat
Too street smart, to fuck up a pack
Double up quick and I go get it back
Letting it go for the max
Clientele coming i don't have to tax
Cut up the dope we ain't cutting no slack
Rushing these niggaz i'm on full attack
Stripper bitch, bust it open for me
I'm a street nigga do nothing for free
If it's no money then I am not moving
He moving funny i'll probably start shooting
Bitch, got no time to play
Lil bitch can't get the time of day
Bitch nigga mad or nah?
Crossing over like basketball
Most of these old niggaz stuck in the past
Not chasing a thot I just run to the cash
Pulling the pole let it off
Pulled up in a car and I left on a bike
She wanted the money I gave her the pipe
You in a bitch DM i'm chasing a check
My foot on these fuck niggaz neck, bitch
Money, power & respect, bitch
9 millimeter my best friend
Busting the pack out the plastic
Real shit no cap we ain't acting
Play like a goofy I blast it
Busting the pack out the plastic
My women freaky, I run with the glizzy
Schooling these niggaz like i'm Mr. Feeny
Pulling the pole let it off
Wrist game on fleek, wrist game on fleek
Sauce, Motherfuckin
Here I go
Pulled up in a car and I left on a bike
She wanted the money I gave her the pipe
You in a bitch DM i'm chasing a check
My foot on these fuck niggaz neck, bitch
Money, power & respect, bitch
9 millimeter my best friend
Busting the pack out the plastic
Real shit no cap we ain't acting
Play like a goofy I blast it
Busting the pack out the plastic
My women freaky, I run with the glizzy
Schooling these niggaz like i'm Mr. Feeny
Pulling the pole, let it off
They must think that i'm playing with em, loud pack & vodka that's in my system
Got it for cheap like a yard sale
Stick to the script like i'm Denzel
Hitting these hoes with a big flex
Got your bitch on her back like a bench press
You know how i'm coming
Got the sticks with me the chopper be drumming
You'll shit out a bag them shots hit your stomach
Hit from the back she be shaking and cumming
I'm living this lifestyle
A.S.A.P need it right now
Grinding so crazy I get why they mad at me
I know they faking they cap like a salary
Ran up them numbers came back to the south
Plotting on rappers and taking them out
Flooding the streets when they say its a drought
Fuck niggaz do anything for the clout
I got a plate, put on my team
Turn to Wu Tang, we all getting cream
Redrum my name and don't you forget it
Sleep on me i'll have you waking up sweating
Pulling the pole, let it off
Pulled up in a car and I left on a bike
She wanted the money I gave her the pipe
You in a bitch DM i'm chasing a check
My foot on these fuck niggaz neck, bitch
Money, power & respect, bitch
9 millimeter my best friend
Busting the pack out the plastic
Real shit no cap we ain't acting
Play like a goofy I blast it
Busting the pack out the plastic
My women freaky, I run with the glizzy
Schooling these niggaz like i'm Mr. Feeny
Pulling the pole let it off
Bitch I been feeling like Tony Montana
Like Bob The Builder I roll with a hammer
Drunk and i'm driving don't know where i'm headed
Work selling out like the Jordan 11's
I took your bitch and you can't get her back
I'm a fly nigga can't fuck with a nat
Too street smart, to fuck up a pack
Double up quick and I go get it back
Letting it go for the max
Clientele coming i don't have to tax
Cut up the dope we ain't cutting no slack
Rushing these niggaz i'm on full attack
Stripper bitch, bust it open for me
I'm a street nigga do nothing for free
If it's no money then I am not moving
He moving funny i'll probably start shooting
Bitch, got no time to play
Lil bitch can't get the time of day
Bitch nigga mad or nah?
Crossing over like basketball
Most of these old niggaz stuck in the past
Not chasing a thot I just run to the cash
Pulling the pole let it off
Pulled up in a car and I left on a bike
She wanted the money I gave her the pipe
You in a bitch DM i'm chasing a check
My foot on these fuck niggaz neck, bitch
Money, power & respect, bitch
9 millimeter my best friend
Busting the pack out the plastic
Real shit no cap we ain't acting
Play like a goofy I blast it
Busting the pack out the plastic
My women freaky, I run with the glizzy
Schooling these niggaz like i'm Mr. Feeny
Pulling the pole let it off
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Writer(s): Jeremy Riggs
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