text: F U Pay Me Lyrics
  I might go get that crib gated 
  Minus on my statement 
  French Ciri got me faded
  I make a twenty on a day-shift
  Head to toe in Off-White and I aint payin
  Six-litre engine and were racin
  Might crash and think about it when I wake up 
  And plus I fell asleep drunk, I forgot to take my chains off 
  My hitters aint playin, all I gotta do is say it 
  That bitch used to air me, now I make her look basic 
  She used to laugh at my brucked-down trainers 
  Now she ask if I wanna see her naked 
  I dont wanna, she a feisty 
  A bitch with attitude amaze me 
  Every day I wake up, I need a payslip 
  I wakе up, screamin Fuck you, pay me 
  Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah 
  Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me 
  Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
  I wake up, screamin Fuck you
  Grind on the low, mind on the dough
  Im on a roll, life on the road, fly these mouths
  Mash on my bro, packs for the smoke
  Racks for the show, cash for the dough, ice me out 
  Check how I deal with the biz
  He wanna feel on my bits, give him a test 
  I put the flick of the wrist
  Come, then I blow him a kiss 
  B-B-Big drip, all of this shower 
  IV come tall like a tower 
  P-Plug shit, all of this power
  Caught a sour, blowin that louder 
  Cowgirl, ride this somethin, Im expert
  Do this only for the fans so its Fuck you, pay me, comin like sex work
  Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah 
  Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me 
  Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah 
  I wake up, screamin Fuck you
  I remember, it was family liaison 
  Always misbehavin 
  School uniform fadin 
  Member astroturf trainers 
  Why you think I smile when my chains swayin? 
  Gucci suit, tailored 
  Theyll probably put me up for mayor 
  Thats if I didnt get NFA for these AMs
  Place cryin cause I didnt wanna do a date
  Cant cah my fingers and my neck turned baguettie
  Broke days, tomato sauce, spaghetti
  Now seaside, dinner, shades on, vision Fendi 
  Eatin food Ive never tasted 
  Money on my mind, it stay adjacent 
  I was dead broke, course I been patient 
  I wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me 
  Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah 
  Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me 
  Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah 
  I wake up, screamin Fuck you
  See nowadays, you just say One 
  And you send out the invoice 
  You know how it go, man 
  Were countin down 
  You got twelve hours left 
  Run that, run that 
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