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aye!plus - f u pay me lyrics

i been had hoes
but lately these hoes tryna have my baby
im the sure bet no if and buts or maybe’s
i show love they still hate me
show no love if they shady
bout respect and a check like that
its f+ck you pay me

(verse 1) (aye!plus)
i ain’t tryna hear it if it ain’t about the money
n+ggas say they tryna get it?
first they gotta want it
still had dreams of mе thumbin through some hunnits
even though i be outsidе runnin through blue hunnits
ima do what it takes to keep it comin
ima make it shake and do some numbers
i was something in my hood when it was pumpin
if the feds ask i don’t remember nothin’
hoes know that we f+ckin
ain’t no cuffin
i ain’t rappin i ain’t bluffin
list of regrets checkin off
but i can’t stop smokin and pourin this drink
ain’t new to this sh+t
its all blue on the ink
shootin sh+t might miss the movie you blink
i am what i am
im the man and you ain’t
band after band
puttin’ cash in my bank
move fast with the bags
but not knowin where your ass at
see that get you spanked
the hustle i give it my all
they rush me like i got some fentanyl
i ran it up
i ain’t biddin with yall
just give me the work i can get it off
and yeah im strapped wit a weapon
d+mn near matchin perfection
the mob been battlefield tested
these scars gon turn us to stars
l’s gon turn into lessons

(hook)
i be working like the slaves
tryna get a new whip and chain
i won’t stop til im in my grave
im goin have my way
don’t want your advice im straight
im patient, impatient just wait
ooh this sound so crazy (x2)
i been had hoes
but lately these hoes tryna have my baby
im the sure bet no if and buts or maybe’s
i show love they still hate me
show no love if they shady
bout respect and a check like that
its f+ck you pay me

(verse 2) (i am northeast)
f+ck you pay me
grew up in a dope house
i had junkies raise me
i came from the gutter
i grew up with nothin
now i pull up, park the mercedes
i got them bags
come cash out
i got to the plug and he throw me whatever
you got and get laughed out
im really too trapped out
i turn a pound to a crack house
i be paranoid in the studio
i was caught with the strap out
my b+tches got their own money
my lil n+ggas got their own motion
back and forth to la flyin’ p’s
f+ck around and got my own grower
got og for like 600
tryna get it off
i got n+ggas tellin b+tches we related
i dont even know ‘em
(f+ck outta here n+gga)

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