(feat. Young Dolph)
[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]