F**k You Pay Me (Paper Chasin')

Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me

Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily

She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me

If my bitch leave me right now, I swear that shit won't phase me

I'm a project baby, wit' no time in my savings

You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement

Bitches gonna try and play under you, while you out here paper chasin'

Hope he don't get in front of you, 'cause he know you gon' erase him

If that **** caught talkin' crazy, I'll come erase him

And my dogs, they gonna go fetch that ****, if we really gon' chase him

Hurt my daughter, you gon' catch a body, he's a grim reaper

Pull up, dumping on anybody with this street sweeper

Trapped in school but I'm still making more than my teacher

Made a hundred K in a week, I think I should go and teach her

I grab the mic, they catch the holy ghost, baby, I'm a street preacher

And bitch, I got a family, ain't no deals on none of my features

I done made 8K by myself, so I can't cut a check wit' no hater

With all these games with them ****, in the end I'm just gon' leave 'em

You ain't winnin' mine

Knowing damn well I can't be lettin' up on my grind

Knowing damn well when I told her I love her, I was fuckin' lying

I'm in half a year and I made seven figures

Put the bread on your head, so I don't fuck wit' none of you ****

So don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public

I ain't friendly, ain't shit sweet, bitch, I'm from the ugly

Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me

Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily

She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me

If my bitch leave me right now, I swear that shit won't phase me

I'm a project baby, wit' no time in my savings

You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement

Bitches gonna try and play under you, while you out here paper chasin'

Hope he don't get in front of you, 'cause he know you gon' erase him

Project baby, only thing changed was show times

I'm serious, I might dry my Amiris on the clothesline

They don't let me inside the club with this gun

I'll do my show in the parking lot, I still make money out here

Spendin' racks with all my jewelry on, I post up in here

I bought a mini Draco, it's all-black, I took off in the whip

I lost my racks so don't leave me

Peep it, when I pull up, demon

Still be Section 8 dreamin'

These hoes'll fuck your opps, these hoes'll fuck your brothers

Been sleeping on the floor 'cause I hate undercovers

'Cause on my block we don't rock with no cops

And if we got locked up like Wrestlemania

Glock with a switch, all you gotta do is aim at him

Out the gate she want some mm-mm

Oh, you one of those

Paid **** still send a booster my size in underclothes

I know several hoes who'll chill with you just to drug you

I know jackboys who'll rob you and say they love you

Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me

Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily

She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me

If my bitch leave me right now, I swear that shit won't phase me

I'm a project baby, wit' no time in my savings

You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement

Bitches gonna try and play under you, while you out here paper chasin'

Hope he don't get in front of you, 'cause he know you gon' erase him