fuck you pay me (paper chasin')
Singer:jackboy
my attitude could make them hate me
been fuckin' her on the daily
that shit don't seem to amaze me
if my bitch leave me right now i swear that shit won't phase me
you know the streets done raised me
i done got it out the pavement
bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing
hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
if that nigga caught be talking crazy
if you really go chase it
pray my dawg gon' catch a body
pull up dumpin' on anybody with the streetsweeper
dropped out of school but i'm still making more than my teachers
made a hundred k in a week
i think i should go and teach her
i grab the mic then catch the holy ghost
ain't no deals on none of my features
i can't cut a check with no hater
in the end i'm just gon' leave 'em
i can't let up on my grind
knowin' damn well if i told i love her i was fuckin' lying
i made up for a year and i made seven figures
put the bread on your heads
i don't fuck with none of you niggas
so don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public
i ain't friendly and ain't shit sweet
my attitude could make them hate me
been fuckin' her on the daily
that shit don't seem to amaze me
if my bitch leave me right now i swear that shit won't phase me
you know the streets done raised me
i done got it out the pavement
bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing
hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
only thing changed was show times
i'm serious i might dry my amiris on the clothelines
they don't let me inside the club with this gun
i'll do my show in the parking lot
spend them racks with all my jewerly on
i lost my racks so don't leave me
still be section 8 dreamin
these hoes'll fuck your opps
these hoes'll fuck your brothers
been sleeping on the floor 'cause i hate undercovers
'cause on my block we don't rock with no cops
and if we got locked up like wrestlemania
all you gotta do is aim it him
out the gate she want some mm-mm
same nigga with a booster seat sent slides with other clothes
i know several hoes who'll trill with you just to drug you
i know jackboys who'll rob you and say they love you
my attitude could make them hate me
been fuckin' her on the daily
that shit don't seem to amaze me
if my bitch leave me right now i swear that shit won't phase me
you know the streets done raised me
i done got it out the pavement
bitches gon' try and play a nigga when you out here paper chasing
hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em