Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F U Pay Me , by - Jermaine Dupri. Release date: 01.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F U Pay Me |
| I got 200 thousand dollars in my earlobe |
| Damn all them, ain’t shit change |
| They ain’t never seen this much gold on a negro |
| Triple gold thing, 24 inch blades |
| We know, said that you would never be my equal |
| Now you having conversations with my ego |
| Trap money, rap money, now this shit legal |
| You can keep acting but it won’t be a sequel |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| I’m sitting on the floor, high fiving in the locker room |
| We sitting fresh in the courtroom, my niggas’ll be home soon |
| All of my niggas’ll be home soon |
| Told you my nigga will be home soon |
| And I’m keeping her close by |
| Yes we be the most fly |
| To you ever seen |
| Mean smoother than the Ghost ride |
| Only fear the most high |
| Fuck your blog post |
| I got my middle finger up, I’m high |
| And I’m like boy, bye |
| Tell 'em boy, bye |
| Tell 'em boy, bye |
| Middle finger up, I’m high |
| And I’m like boy, bye |
| I don’t eat off the same menu, I want it fresh as it get |
| You can’t do nothing but continue when you blast like this |
| 200 thousand in my earlobe, nigga fuck your wrist |
| And the windows automatic, dream me in my sets |
| Bruh, bruh, your lil sister done grown up |
| Showed out when I showed up |
| And never keep leaning on your shoulder |
| Cause I’m home now and I’m zeroed up |
| I got 200 thousand dollars in my earlobe |
| Damn all them, ain’t shit change |
| They ain’t never seen this much gold on a negro |
| Triple gold thing, 24 inch blades |
| We know, said that you would never be my equal |
| Now you having conversations with my ego |
| Trap money, rap money, now this shit legal |
| You can keep acting but it won’t be a sequel |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| I’m sitting on the floor, high fiving in the locker room |
| We sitting fresh in the courtroom, my niggas’ll be home soon |
| All of my niggas’ll be home soon |
| Told you my nigga will be home soon |
| And I’m keeping 'em close to me |
| Ain’t nothing a sticker won’t do for me |
| Nobody come close to breaking the bond |
| Them niggas that try, them niggas is gone |
| I’m sorry, we invisible over here |
| You niggas is pitiful over there |
| We ain’t cut from the same ambilical |
| But we cut from the same cloth that’s So So Def |
| Balling since the 90's |
| Small cheques all behind me |
| Way these niggas sound when they rap now |
| This shit is so timely |
| And beat it like the graffiti |
| You see me, I’m on your TV |
| It’s all for you niggas to be me |
| Believe me, I’m greedy |
| But needy? |
| I’m not |
| I earned what I’m eating |
| I appreciate everything that I got |
| And if a nigga try to run up and take away |
| He won’t see the sun come up another day |
| My trigger finger itchy |
| Hit my demeanour bitchy, fucks with me |
| I got 200 thousand dollars in my earlobe |
| Damn all them, ain’t shit change |
| They ain’t never seen this much gold on a negro |
| Triple gold thing, 24 inch blades |
| We know, said that you would never be my equal |
| Now you having conversations with my ego |
| Trap money, rap money, now this shit legal |
| You can keep acting but it won’t be a sequel |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| F U, pay me, F U, pay me |
| I’m sitting on the floor, high fiving in the locker room |
| We sitting fresh in the courtroom, my niggas’ll be home soon |
| All of my niggas’ll be home soon |
| Told you my nigga will be home soon |