Lyrics Pay Me - Polyester the Saint, Sir Michael Rocks, Zeke

Pay Me

Your boy P make the game look so easy
I’m in the cut
Pulling stunts
With my little east thing
We up the coast
Getting toast off the Pino Greezy
You won’t see me 'less I see you
And now I’m leaving
I never bluff
Little cuddy
We act the same
I’m in the league with the G’s
I came to play
You said this and did that
Now you fade away
You skip over the truth
Just to stay
I’m in L. A
Where everyday is like a vacay
I’m feeling cool
My dude don’t care what a hater say
I’m in a 'maro coupe
Yeah, my day to day
I stay sucker proof
With my pockets paid
Eating lobster and shrimp
Passing Chardonnay
It ain’t hard for a pimp to make a broad stay
I don’t know how to simp
You better pause, baby
I’m into getting paper
And it’s time to pay me
Nothing in the world free
Don’t be coming with your hands out
Especially 'round me
I’mma show up on time
With a lot on my mind
So if you hit my line
I ain’t doing it for nothing
Ooh, you better pay me
I need my payment up front
(Ooh, you better pay me)
It’s cash only
Large bills, thank you
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I’m in Denver, Colorado shipping hella weed
Cause if I drive home with it, it’s a felony
She telling me her girl name Melanie
Eat, sleep, and drink Banco
And she thinking about inhaling me (yeah)
I said I’m cool on that goof troup shit
You should praise and salute
We the new clique (we the new clique)
Sell it to you for the 4−5
If I get mine for the 2−6
Which way did your girl go
Getting on the phone
Man, I’m trying to get a guaranteed night night
I put my hands on the pussy
Then type write
The flight attendant making sure I have a nice flight
And now she fluffing my pillows
And steady pouring me liquor
And I was going to tip her
And then she point to the bathroom
Told me go in there with her
So I did
She know she got to pay for the kid, though
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