Intro:
(Yeah)
(I'm high as f**)
(We in the studio though)
Verse 1 (Skate):
Light up another one, we could get lit
Up in the party, we don't give a sh**
Turnin' the music up loud as a b**h
Rollin' a sticky, she sipping' the liq
Too young for the club, but I get in
Can't nobody understand the way I'm livin'
I've been cruising 'round the block all day
Smokin' joint after joint with the rooftop missing
I'm with the homies, we walk in the party and shotgun a beer
All of you p**y a** b**hes, I know it, I'm makin' it clear
All of these women are spendin' too much time lookin' in the mirror
All of that staring they changin' you girl and I'm making it clearer
Everybody wanna take shot after shot till can't no more
Then they wanna smoke my weed, but I'm drunk and I can't even roll
You ain't gotta worry bout the green cause you know I got plenty more
Back in the studio, rappin' and sippin' that Henny slow
Chorus (Skate):
Money over p**y, I got safe s**, (I got safe s**)
Turnin' up for nothin', that's some fake sh**. (that's some fake sh**)
I don't feel the need to celebrate this, (nah!)
Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (turn up, turn up!)
Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck)
Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck)
Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck)
Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (let's get it!)
Verse 2 (Kyle Ma**ey):
Party in the bank, imma turn up for that check
Call me Gualla Gualla, I got diamonds on my neck
Big bank n***a, and I'm really out, flex. (Woh!)
They be like, "Ma**ey, did you call that rave yet?" (Woh!)
Exotic, exotic, exotic
That profit, that profit, that profit
These n***as, they see me afford my motion
I'm dropping these hits while they floppin'
Your b**h give me sloppy toppy
Maejor Ali in that 'rari
n***as this season, they must be the reason why n***as be Sargent like Larry
Man, f** all these n***as, bring three more hoes
So that n***a can't see no show
All of these diamonds can't see no gold
We rollin' them dice on casino flo
Bad b**h, on my microphone's her favorite song, she ain't even know
Coke boys, and that white goes, with that he-he, that Michael
Chorus (Skate):
Money over p**y, I got safe s**, (I got safe s**)
Turnin' up for nothin', that's some fake sh**. (that's some fake sh**)
I don't feel the need to celebrate this, (nah!)
Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (turn up, turn up!)
Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck)
Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck)
Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck)
Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (let's get it!)