2 Chainz (tity Boi) - Fuk U Pay Me lyrics

[Hook - Young Dolph:] Still driving these b**hes crazy Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me She asked can she hit the weed, I said "That's ok with me" But I'm still screaming "Fuk u pay me" Fuk u pay me [x6] I ain't be feeling like doing sh** but counting paper lately All of my b**hes be wanting to have threesomes lately I'm in the back of the back when I back out Wrapped like a man inside of a crack house Everybody know I'm a fashionista Trap trapping out like [?] house Everybody know what that's about Swag up to my forehead, Miami from a [?] day Drinking lean on a moped Inner shake down for some romance Look me in the eyes like a grown man Seen a girl from high school Busting moves on a pole dance Southside Atlanta sh** Might boss the world with some counterfeits Tell a n***a it's sold out, k**ed the game #PolarBear I ain't packing for some more there Long money, long hair Long nose, leave you long gone Stretch you out like a long chair Fuk u pay me, kick your sh** like [?]'s is there Comfortable like Hermès, drive a ho crazy #HairBand [Hook] [Young Dolph:] You owe me mula, where's my guala? You ain't got it? We got problems Got to send my partner them shotters I mean them shooters In the club ordering bottles, strictly for the models For the bed worth of Versace, get on one side on my closet f** the sh** out of little mama and drive her Looney Tunes Play with me, I'll introduce you to the Gooney Tunes These n***as trash, sweep them up, I need a broom The b**h's n***a she ditched on us and then met me out the room Showed up in that [?], caught bu*t naked like Robin Givens Sexy pretty a** ghetto b**h straight from out Memphis Scream out that droptop: "Fuk u pay me" You better keep that Glock out, boy you know these streets shaded Where the f** you've been lately? [Hook]