Don't Pay 4 It

DJ Khaled2012年8月21日
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Don't Pay 4 It - DJ Khaled

Written by:J. Jackson

Say I ain't trying to pay for it

 

Man I'm too play a for that

Too many b**ches in the world right now

That'll f**k around and pray for that

Say I ain't trying to pay for it

I don't pay for no pu**y

I won't pay for no pu**y

And I ain't buying no Gucci

Say I ain't trying to pay for it

I'm a motherf**king g

And I should make these b**ches pay me

 

Say I ain't trying to pay for it

Hell naw man I'm too throwed

N**gas stay getting shows

Make a lot of money never trick to these h**s

Pay for that not me no hell

Y'all the one that bring the c notes out

This is k o d now they wait on me

Cause if I do not arrive there wouldn't be no show

 

Wale wale

Hear you talking but I cannot stay

Chicks evolve but I cannot stay

I spit the raw I leave a gay b**ch late

Turn your date to a lake turn your 8 to a great

Turn a nine to a d**n without paying for the date

Throw the bait ain't no john

You done broke the safe just to get those broads

You been playing the uno but you getting no drawers

And I poke her face and let her hold no cards

I ain't even tripping or paying these women

Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious

And my sharp show is at 4 15 can

I use the rip in 5 15

Now I 62 cause I get the loot and

She's gone kiss the ring but no wedding

 

Clap that a** b** ch turn up

N**ga kill the pu**y call it murder

Swerve in the murcielago

Me without a foreign car man that's unheard of

 

In the may bach king with my feet up

Curtains drawn b**ch scream when you see us

High give me lead up work toward n**ga

2500 for the sneakers dopest a** n**ga no beeper

I was 16 with a beamer

Glock with the watch on Aquinas

N**gas going hyena

 

Getting pu**y posted up at the diner

Now we pull up post in medians

With light skinned b**ch like Gina

Aston martin

 

Man I'm motherf**king cold like kesha

Stop signs Simon says

 

We don't give a f**k we run them

Like Tommy young been barely men

Man broke n**gas we don't live with them

I don't f** k around I just f** k her friends

Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz

And a threesome with two twenty twins

I'm rich b**ch

 

B**ch I'm Mack ma I I I ine

 

Trick what lace who

 

Baby girl that ain't what Maine do

Before I chase you I replace you

Before I break you off I'm a break you

Matter of fact f**k you

Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus

Asian chicks they adore us

I'm feeling like the n**ga on the chorus

Got this drank in my cup

And I'm' bout to roll up

Man this b**ch talking too much dawg

I done came down hold up

Heard a n**ga say pimping was dead

I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like nah n**gas you're

Scared

Now go get you some bread

See it's

Money over b**ches and bread over bed

 

Tell a b** ch that I know khaled and she take it to the head

Sh* t

Sh* t one go to store for me

Got another one that's trying to ho for me

Hopefully she bring more h**s to me

And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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