Payday

Ayy, herringbone chain swang a bit
Telephone rang, hang the bitch I just answer for the
Dough, dough, dough, dough, dough, dough
Yeah, I can't even really explain the shit
It ain't really been the same since I got some change
I just wanted more, more, more, more, more, more (yeah)
Ayy, payday (payday), please get rid of my headache (headache)
Need my change like mayday (mayday)
Need my bank so heavy (yeah, yeah), ayy
We just really wanted more, more, yeah, yeah

Ayy, I need my bank doubled up, tripled up
Westbrook probably be proud of me
Soon as my stock bubble up
Know it's up for anybody that doubted me
I'ma get pounds indeed
I just got mouths to feed
I done been around the block
I done put time in that
Niggas ain't clocking me

Oh, yeah, it's Southside nigga
Made man, I'm 'bout to clean up forreal
I might just heat up forreal
Propane, king of the hill
Gotenk beat up the hymns
I'm up nine thou', wow B up to win
The pack drop now B in demand
I bet I max out then re-up again, bitch keep up

I'm pushing the grind up shawty
Either you down or moving around
But please make your mind up shawty
I don't got time for nothing but profit
What is you talking 'bout shawty?
Hop out my trap house shawty
Bando got it on lockdown, top down
Moving through the levels hit the pedal when I go, go, go, go, go

Ayy, herringbone chain swang a bit
Telephone rang, hang the bitch I just answer for the
Dough, dough, dough, dough, dough, dough
Yeah, I can't even really explain the shit
It ain't really been the same since I got some change
I just wanted more, more, more, more, more, more (yeah)
Ayy, payday (payday), please get rid of my headache (headache)
Need my change like mayday (mayday)
Need my bank so heavy (yeah, yeah), ayy
We just really wanted more, more

Me and my dogs on punters
Bitch ass nigga don't run up
All my kinfolk cut up
All these hoes gone love it
Me and my dog don't talk on every day basis but still get money

Me and my bitch don't talk on an everyday basis
But you still can't touch her
Nigga might ball like stunna
I was just there last summer
I was just there like
I was just there last summer

Run through a check well run it
Seven digits like phone numbers
Call up Jet put my face in the pack
Look like Tony when I'm making it stack
All this pain and I need it
I need my coin and the meter
We only answer for the dough
Like I'm making pizza
Like I'm making pizza, nigga, are you eating? Yeah

Ayy, herringbone chain swang a bit
Telephone rang, hang the bitch I just answer for the
Dough, dough, dough, dough, dough, dough
Yeah, I can't even really explain the shit
It ain't really been the same since I got some change
I just wanted more, more, more, more, more, more (yeah)
Ayy, payday (payday), please get rid of my headache (headache)
Need my change like mayday (mayday)
Need my bank so heavy (yeah, yeah), ayy
We just really wanted more, more



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Writer(s): Isaiah Mcclain
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