Pay Up

I stayed up, grinding on these niggas, get my pay up
Way up, flexing on these niggas, got my weight up
No pay cuts, bitches wanna fuck cause dis paper
better pay us, couple shooters come if, you don't pay us
I stayed up, running on these niggas, get my pay up
Way up, flexing on these niggas, get my weight up
No pay cuts, bitches wanna fuck cause dis paper
Better pay us, couple shooters coming, you don't pay us

28 turn to 64, my nigga, you can work it load
Young nigga, work a boat, this shit? I might just throw you four
Every nigga talking loads, they ain't never seen a truck
Drop them hoes through and tell the bros will come and pick it up
Make a swap, then switch it up, break it down the keeper's tucked
Niggas stay with brooms and mops, so tell me to come and clean them up
Catch me out, clean as fuck, ain't no fucking stain on me
You know how the king come, nigga think it ain't on me?
Everything gang homie, pocket full of dead whites
Rocking full of headlights
Pop it, fuck that scared life!
Niggas run through red lights
Thugging hollering Dread Life!
Fine lil' bitch get her heard right
Motherfucker the fed like it's TONY!

I stayed up, grinding on these niggas, get my pay up
Way up, flexing on these niggas, got my weight up
No pay cuts, bitches wanna fuck cause dis paper
better pay us, couple shooters come if, you don't pay us
I stayed up, running on these niggas, get my pay up
Way up, flexing on these niggas, get my weight up
No pay cuts, bitches wanna fuck cause dis paper
Better pay us, couple shooters coming, you don't pay us



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Writer(s): Mark Thomas
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