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[Cartier Dave] Gold mouth villian Cartier Chillin' With a b**h with low melanin Looking like I'm peddling Pay me tithes (Why?) Pay me tithes cause I'm heaven sent Pay me tithes (Why?) Cause I hustle like the reverend Feed these b**hes medicine, ay Fix ya face Baby sniffing off the plate No I can't relate I just give her what she needs So she can grab her date But she know not to f** with me Better have my cake Don't be late, ay Fani know I got them hoes at bay I'm with Fani watching hoes go gay On the 20th flo' Look what they do for the blow And the ask why I don't trust these hoes I let em go [Hook- Jace] I've been coming down for a long time That sh** you holding on to, now it's all mine If it ain't about that check, don't hit my phoneline You say you don't owe me, boy, you know you lyin' Now where my check at?