Major Payne
Yuh
Aye one thing I learned about this game it's not gone wait on no hoe
For real
Aye turn this shit up
And bitch I want my five too
Yuh
Swear to God I can't wait until I get a name
I got a deal
Graduation went and copped a chain
I'm stacking money
I can't get that shit from Johnny Dang
Now they looking at me
I'mma get it how it fucking came
Sixth grade them niggas swore that I was fucking lame
I ain't riding dick
Bitch I'm in my own lane
Used to beat my dick inside the bathroom
With no shame
And now I'm out here pimping hoes
Like I'm Eddie Kane
And you can keep your clothes on
I only want the brain
Ain't tryna hit you from the back
You smoking hella 'caine
This some pressure nigga
Bitch I'm going Major Payne
How imma start chewing gum on the mic
Yuh
I can't turn into a hoe
I always keep it G
I had a nine up in my jeans
When I was seventeen
Niggas popping pills
Smoking weed
Or they was drinking lean
Swear these bitches bald headed like they mister clean
I can't really trip over a bitch
I'm out here chasing green
Yeen talking money
Nigga I can't fucking hear a thing
Either you running or you solid
Ain't no in between
Shot him in the foot
I seen bullet ripping threw his spleen
And now the police on the scene
Houston we have a problem
I know my niggas never tell
So they'll never solve it
Now it's a body on the scene
And we can't hide it
So we went and hid the gun
Where they can't find it
Now they got me in the room
Under investigation
They think I did it
To be honest
I ain't got the patience
You think I did it and he living
You're sadly mistaken
If I did it
Then that nigga wouldn't be a patient
Yuh
Came here to talk my shit
Everybody know what it is
Long Live FIVE
Yuh
Ight
If I ever go broke
I'll snatch a rapper chain
Make that nigga buy it back
Then snatch a rapper ring
You in here to lose
You'll never feel a rapper pain
We making money off of words
It's a rapper thing
Now we really in this thing
Trying to chase a mil'
These niggas stupid
They be really tryna chase a deal
And I can't ball out at the mall
I get it how I live
You was just capping to your fans
Now you can't pay your bills
Damn
You was just claiming blue
But when we went up to your set
They wasn't claiming you
Get money by anymeans
Always catch me counting blues
Never catch me in the system
Never catch the county blues
Aye one thing I learned about this game it's not gone wait on no hoe
For real
Aye turn this shit up
And bitch I want my five too
Yuh
Swear to God I can't wait until I get a name
I got a deal
Graduation went and copped a chain
I'm stacking money
I can't get that shit from Johnny Dang
Now they looking at me
I'mma get it how it fucking came
Sixth grade them niggas swore that I was fucking lame
I ain't riding dick
Bitch I'm in my own lane
Used to beat my dick inside the bathroom
With no shame
And now I'm out here pimping hoes
Like I'm Eddie Kane
And you can keep your clothes on
I only want the brain
Ain't tryna hit you from the back
You smoking hella 'caine
This some pressure nigga
Bitch I'm going Major Payne
How imma start chewing gum on the mic
Yuh
I can't turn into a hoe
I always keep it G
I had a nine up in my jeans
When I was seventeen
Niggas popping pills
Smoking weed
Or they was drinking lean
Swear these bitches bald headed like they mister clean
I can't really trip over a bitch
I'm out here chasing green
Yeen talking money
Nigga I can't fucking hear a thing
Either you running or you solid
Ain't no in between
Shot him in the foot
I seen bullet ripping threw his spleen
And now the police on the scene
Houston we have a problem
I know my niggas never tell
So they'll never solve it
Now it's a body on the scene
And we can't hide it
So we went and hid the gun
Where they can't find it
Now they got me in the room
Under investigation
They think I did it
To be honest
I ain't got the patience
You think I did it and he living
You're sadly mistaken
If I did it
Then that nigga wouldn't be a patient
Yuh
Came here to talk my shit
Everybody know what it is
Long Live FIVE
Yuh
Ight
If I ever go broke
I'll snatch a rapper chain
Make that nigga buy it back
Then snatch a rapper ring
You in here to lose
You'll never feel a rapper pain
We making money off of words
It's a rapper thing
Now we really in this thing
Trying to chase a mil'
These niggas stupid
They be really tryna chase a deal
And I can't ball out at the mall
I get it how I live
You was just capping to your fans
Now you can't pay your bills
Damn
You was just claiming blue
But when we went up to your set
They wasn't claiming you
Get money by anymeans
Always catch me counting blues
Never catch me in the system
Never catch the county blues
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Writer(s): Kheryngton Fletcher
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