808 Mafia - 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 [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 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 jumping up like Stackhouse 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 #PaulBearer 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 Solange there Comfortable like Hermès, drive a ho crazy #AirBags [Hook] [Verse 2: 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 Throw a band's 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 trench coat, 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]