Pay Scale (feat. Larry June)

Yeah, yeah

Eastside

Same shit we been doin'

Stackin' paper, we used to it

Uh, chicken friend rice in the back of the Phantom

My brother in the venue still mackin' the dancers

I'm overseein' the money, countin' the transaction

Combination safe stashin', money addiction my passion

I got a stackin' habit, I must have it

Lust cabbage, lookin' at money like it's a bad bitch

Hand full of that ass, when I smash it's a blast

In the middle of the bank having the flashback

Try to keep her with me, that Bobby and Whitney

Clyde and Bonnie, Hov and Beyonce

A hunnid million dollars, my fiancé

Smoke screens till the paparazzi off the scene

Just when they had thought they got me

Escaped then dropped a tape, shot the video on my estate

Medium-well steaks on Versace plates

Silverware not even silver, this is fourteen K

Watch how you act where you at and a real player might let you stay

Fresh home from Tokyo, I'm thumbin' through Yen

Take them Guccis off when you walk in my crib

I spent like thirty, bitch, this ain't tens

Heated toilet seats, Dom P in the fridge

Rose gold voice on a Rollie, I'm him

Purified water on my way to go swim

My bitch get money, bring it back to a pimp

My Japanese denim, she toss ten in them

For a week I went vegan but took the bitch fishin'

Before a bitch get the dick, she gotta sign a petition

Air Max 94s, same watch as Biggie

On my way to San Jo to go and check this chicken, what's happenin'?

****, we don't just rap about this shit, ****

If she look, she took, you know what I'm sayin'?

Something slight, ay, bitch, hand me that motherfuckin' money counter, ho

Thank you, you doin' good, God