Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches 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 jumping up like Stackhouse
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 shit
Might boss the world with some counterfeit's
Tell a nigga it's sold out
Killed the game #PaulBearer
I ain't packing for some more there
Long money, long hair
Long nose, leave you long gone
Stretch you out like a lawn chair
Fuk u pay me
Kick your shit like Solange there
Comfortable like Hermès
Drive a ho crazy #AirBags
Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting
To have threesomes lately
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
Throw a band's worth of Versace
Get on one side on my closet
F*ck the shit out of little mama
And drive her Looney Tunes play with me
I'll introduce you to the Gooney Tunes
These niggas trash, sweep them up
I need a broom
The bitch's nigga she ditched on us and
Then met me out the room
Showed up in that trench coat
Caught butt naked like Robin Givens
Sexy pretty ass ghetto bitch
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*ck you've been lately?
Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting
To have threesomes lately
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Performed By: 2 Chainz
Language: English
Written by: JOSHUA LUELLEN, BRYAN SIMMONS, TAUHEED EPPS, ADOLPH THORNTON
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Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches 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 jumping up like Stackhouse
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 shit
Might boss the world with some counterfeit's
Tell a nigga it's sold out
Killed the game #PaulBearer
I ain't packing for some more there
Long money, long hair
Long nose, leave you long gone
Stretch you out like a lawn chair
Fuk u pay me
Kick your shit like Solange there
Comfortable like Hermès
Drive a ho crazy #AirBags
Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting
To have threesomes lately
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
Throw a band's worth of Versace
Get on one side on my closet
F*ck the shit out of little mama
And drive her Looney Tunes play with me
I'll introduce you to the Gooney Tunes
These niggas trash, sweep them up
I need a broom
The bitch's nigga she ditched on us and
Then met me out the room
Showed up in that trench coat
Caught butt naked like Robin Givens
Sexy pretty ass ghetto bitch
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*ck you've been lately?
Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting
To have threesomes lately
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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches 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 jumping up like Stackhouse
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 shit
Might boss the world with some counterfeit's
Tell a nigga it's sold out
Killed the game #PaulBearer
I ain't packing for some more there
Long money, long hair
Long nose, leave you long gone
Stretch you out like a lawn chair
Fuk u pay me
Kick your shit like Solange there
Comfortable like Hermès
Drive a ho crazy #AirBags
Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting
To have threesomes lately
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
Throw a band's worth of Versace
Get on one side on my closet
F*ck the shit out of little mama
And drive her Looney Tunes play with me
I'll introduce you to the Gooney Tunes
These niggas trash, sweep them up
I need a broom
The bitch's nigga she ditched on us and
Then met me out the room
Showed up in that trench coat
Caught butt naked like Robin Givens
Sexy pretty ass ghetto bitch
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*ck you've been lately?
Still driving these bitches 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 i ain't be feeling like doing
Shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting
To have threesomes lately
Writer: JOSHUA LUELLEN, BRYAN SIMMONS, TAUHEED EPPS, ADOLPH THORNTON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.