paystub
Ayy, ah (I'm not your lollipop, wow)
Ah (I'm not your lollipop, wow)
Yeah, can't fuck with nobody showing fake love (he on IG)
Showin' off a pay stub
Yeah, he must be stupid if he think that he can play us (damn, ah, baby, uh)
Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me
Always got your hands out like I owe you something
I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (on my cousin)
Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah (woah)
I always been up, huh, pussy, what you think? Huh (ayy, what you think?)
She wanna make love, sorry, baby, we can't link
Just like me, this shit gon' sing, it ain't nothin' but a thing (nothin' but a thing)
Hit my jeweler, what's it to you? I put water on my ring (I put water on my–)
Your bitch got me on a poster, take off, Testarossa
Might just switch it to the roadster, pussy, we don't know ya'
If he touch me, we gon' roll some, I ain't friends with no one (no one)
If he lackin' and we catch him, guaranteed that we gon' throw some' (yeah)
Baby, just want money, take this from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Don't owe you bullshit, get the fuck back
Damn, ah, baby, uh
Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me
Always got your hands out like I owe you something
I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (on my cousin)
Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah (woah, yeah)
Got this shit inside my blood, swear it's embedded (what)
This ain't no simple shit, boy, you know I'm with Synthetic
I always knew that I'd be up, boy, know I been said it (boy, I been said it)
This point, you talkin' to yourself, girl, this shit been deaded
I put wings on the coupe, we put them thangs out the roof (yeah, yeah)
All you hear is bang, then a rang, pull his brain out his roots (spray that shit)
MVP, boy, I never lose, somehow he still ain't make a move (make a move)
He tried to diss me on some pop shit, I'll still take you out your shoes, uh
Like I'm Boosie, she gon' wipe me down, baby, how you like me now? (How you like me now?)
Finally, you've come around
Touch me, then we gun 'em down, watch it, don't speak too loud
Woo (I'm done, I'm done, I'm done)
Baby, just want money, take this from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Baby, just want money, take this from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Ah (I'm not your lollipop, wow)
Yeah, can't fuck with nobody showing fake love (he on IG)
Showin' off a pay stub
Yeah, he must be stupid if he think that he can play us (damn, ah, baby, uh)
Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me
Always got your hands out like I owe you something
I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (on my cousin)
Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah (woah)
I always been up, huh, pussy, what you think? Huh (ayy, what you think?)
She wanna make love, sorry, baby, we can't link
Just like me, this shit gon' sing, it ain't nothin' but a thing (nothin' but a thing)
Hit my jeweler, what's it to you? I put water on my ring (I put water on my–)
Your bitch got me on a poster, take off, Testarossa
Might just switch it to the roadster, pussy, we don't know ya'
If he touch me, we gon' roll some, I ain't friends with no one (no one)
If he lackin' and we catch him, guaranteed that we gon' throw some' (yeah)
Baby, just want money, take this from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Don't owe you bullshit, get the fuck back
Damn, ah, baby, uh
Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me
Always got your hands out like I owe you something
I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (on my cousin)
Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah (woah, yeah)
Got this shit inside my blood, swear it's embedded (what)
This ain't no simple shit, boy, you know I'm with Synthetic
I always knew that I'd be up, boy, know I been said it (boy, I been said it)
This point, you talkin' to yourself, girl, this shit been deaded
I put wings on the coupe, we put them thangs out the roof (yeah, yeah)
All you hear is bang, then a rang, pull his brain out his roots (spray that shit)
MVP, boy, I never lose, somehow he still ain't make a move (make a move)
He tried to diss me on some pop shit, I'll still take you out your shoes, uh
Like I'm Boosie, she gon' wipe me down, baby, how you like me now? (How you like me now?)
Finally, you've come around
Touch me, then we gun 'em down, watch it, don't speak too loud
Woo (I'm done, I'm done, I'm done)
Baby, just want money, take this from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Baby, just want money, take this from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Credits
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Morris Franciscus Kef, Eric Doa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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