Fuck You Pay Me (Paper Chasin')
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me
If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
Bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
If that nigga caught be talking crazy, I come erase him
[?] if you really go chase it
Pray my dawg gon' catch a body, he's a grim reaper
Pull up dumpin' on anybody with the streetsweeper
Dropped out of school but I'm still making more than my teachers
Made a hundred K in a week, I think I should go and teach her
I grab the mic then catch the holy ghost, baby, I'm a street preacher
And bitch, I got a family, ain't no deals on none of my features
But I made a K by myself, I can't cut a check with no hater
[?] in the end I'm just gon' leave 'em
[?] I can't let up on my grind
Knowin' damn well if I told I love her I was fuckin' lying
I made up for a year and I made seven figures
Put the bread on your heads, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
So don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public
I ain't friendly and ain't shit sweet, bitch, I'm from the ugly
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me
If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
Bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
Project baby, only thing changed was show times
I'm serious I might dry my Amiris on the clothelines
They don't let me inside the club with this gun
I'll do my show in the parking lot [?]
Spend them racks with all my jewerly on, I post up in here
I bought a mini Draco, it's all-black, I took off in the whip
I lost my racks so don't leave me
Peep it, when I pull up, demon
Still be Section 8 dreamin
These hoes'll fuck your opps, these hoes'll fuck your brothers
Been sleeping on the floor 'cause I hate undercovers
'Cause on my block we don't rock with no cops
And if we got locked up like wrestlemania
Glock with a switch, all you gotta do is aim it him
Out the gate she want some mm-mm
Oh, you one of those
Same nigga with a booster seat sent slides with other clothes
I know several hoes who'll trill with you just to drug you
I know jackboys who'll rob you and say they love you
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me
If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
Bitches gon' try and play a nigga when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me
If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
Bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
If that nigga caught be talking crazy, I come erase him
[?] if you really go chase it
Pray my dawg gon' catch a body, he's a grim reaper
Pull up dumpin' on anybody with the streetsweeper
Dropped out of school but I'm still making more than my teachers
Made a hundred K in a week, I think I should go and teach her
I grab the mic then catch the holy ghost, baby, I'm a street preacher
And bitch, I got a family, ain't no deals on none of my features
But I made a K by myself, I can't cut a check with no hater
[?] in the end I'm just gon' leave 'em
[?] I can't let up on my grind
Knowin' damn well if I told I love her I was fuckin' lying
I made up for a year and I made seven figures
Put the bread on your heads, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
So don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public
I ain't friendly and ain't shit sweet, bitch, I'm from the ugly
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me
If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
Bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
Project baby, only thing changed was show times
I'm serious I might dry my Amiris on the clothelines
They don't let me inside the club with this gun
I'll do my show in the parking lot [?]
Spend them racks with all my jewerly on, I post up in here
I bought a mini Draco, it's all-black, I took off in the whip
I lost my racks so don't leave me
Peep it, when I pull up, demon
Still be Section 8 dreamin
These hoes'll fuck your opps, these hoes'll fuck your brothers
Been sleeping on the floor 'cause I hate undercovers
'Cause on my block we don't rock with no cops
And if we got locked up like wrestlemania
Glock with a switch, all you gotta do is aim it him
Out the gate she want some mm-mm
Oh, you one of those
Same nigga with a booster seat sent slides with other clothes
I know several hoes who'll trill with you just to drug you
I know jackboys who'll rob you and say they love you
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me
If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
Bitches gon' try and play a nigga when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Delince, Ryan Adams, Thomas Horton, Justin R. Bradbury, Thomas French
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