Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pay Me , by - Nacho Picasso. Release date: 06.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pay Me |
| Check one two is my microphone ready |
| I’m a light this tree on me, I’m goin' get it |
| When the beat drop don’t stop just flow with it |
| Who you know picking and rolling with no pivot |
| Imagine |
| Got daddy up in the passenger making passes at pastors |
| I just need the good word |
| Trying to throw me off my game but I’m not easily deterred |
| I’m a make you swallow spit cuz all this shits for the birds |
| You heard? |
| Its Gifted Gab I changed my name but its the same thang |
| Still the same nigga killing lames, go bang bang |
| Its insane, we are not the same, |
| Give em major pain, if I’m able I can give em caine |
| Stable when I’m taking aim, the shots goin' rang |
| I’m a crop your top I’m a dot your brain |
| I’m a mop your block, I’m a drop your lane |
| I’m a cock back, go brat-t, pop Cobain |
| Hashtag go bad, this is not no game |
| I’m with Nacho P and we got propane |
| I’m with Nacho P and we got propane |
| I’m a go so bad this not your game |
| Fuck that. |
| Pay me. |
| And that’s why I get thirty percent |
| When can I start? |
| Immedjately |
| We grew up watching VCRs and drinking out of jelly jars |
| Burning out in muscle cars, eighteen packs of PBR |
| Give the block CPR, I tell that bitch I hustle hard |
| I bare a knuckle like wrestlers spar, I steer a truck like bless your heart |
| Moor Gang’s a matriarch, Nacho P the patriarch |
| Get em wet like the ancient arc, Mohican, I ate your heart |
| Give me brain cuz you ain’t that smart, be my flame cuz you ain’t that spark |
| Eat the blame cuz you played your part, keep your name |
| I’m Caligula, all my niggas jealous |
| So when I fall in love I just pass it to the fellas |
| Grew up in the rain why they passing us umbrellas |
| I’m Vlad the Impaler, harassing all the |
| But that’s a twilight and this the high life |
| No white out, just the highlights |
| Too bright out, I live the nightlife |
| White kids see me in the club like high-five |
| They buy me Mai Tais, don’t blow my high guys |
| They tell me that I’m their favorite, I tell em likewise |
| I got a gold toothed smile and some tight ice |
| But they worship the flow like its white Christ |