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703 zach – pay no mind lyrics

[verse]
i really don’t pay ’em no mind
i throw it away like a dime
i really do not need the change
but they sayin’ i’m different, i changed
the money it comes with the fame
it’s all ’cause i’m fresh in the game
it’s all ’cause they really some lames
it’s all ’cause i’m shootin’ like dame
i bring out the ruger and mac
i turned him straight into a pack
i bet they all think that it’s cap
so i might have to run it back
i bring out the ruger and mac
i turned him straight into a pack
i bet they all think that it’s cap
i’m speakin’ the truth like i’m kaep
i told ’em y’all b+tches is whack
and y’all really not at the trap
and y’all tellin’ behind the back
what kinda f+cked up sh+t is that?
so i hop in the maybach
on my way to go drop racks
she a barbie, a big brat
and my phone prolly get tapped
you know that i stay strapped
you know that you’d get clapped
you silly, get b+tch slapped
the choppa go rata+tat+tat
i know that they sleepin’ on me
got a b+tch and she freakin’ on me
i bet that they creepin’ on me
so that’s why i keep it on me
i can never rest or make peace
i’m speakin’ my mind on the beat
i bet that they got on repeat
the sight of new money is sweet
i’m winnin’ so they think i cheat
the choppa gon’ sing to the beat
cruisin’ round town in the jeep
duck around town with the fleet
looked at the time it said crunch
you are a b+tch, that’s my hunch
i’ma act out on a hunch
i’m gettin’ that money, a bunch
i’m spendin’ that money, a bunch
i made a few bands ‘fore my lunch
i’m gettin’ that bread like it’s brunch
i’m mixin’ a pint with the punch
throwin’ money straight into the air
actin’ out like i really don’t care
when you playin’ with me it ain’t fair
i’m on a roll, i’m on a tear
i just been chillin’ on the low
hangin’ round your thottie, she my hoe
i just hit her with a no+show
all about the bread, gettin’ more
talkin’ ’bout phones, i got four
one for the plug, two for the hoe
three for the write, four for the bros
leave for the night, smokin’ pre+rolls
bring the heat to the fight like a hot stone
i’m a thief in the night like pop smoke
and we leave in the white, head to the toes
if i see, it’s on sight, so it’s full+blown
smokin’ tree, get me higher than a rainstorm
puttin’ words over beats, that’s the art form
sold+out arenas, how i’m gonna perform
keepin’ it 100, i won’t ever conform

- 703 zach lyrics

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