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yea
who gon pay me
who gon pay me

who gon pay me
can’t see the time on my wrist
me and my n+ggas gone win
and we finally on
living my life on the yacht
baby you know who we are
living my life on the yacht
shorties on shorties is foreign
we in line shopping all day
foreigns all in the garage
ha, ha
she just like it how i’m cut up on my wrist
with baguettes
shorty tripping off them zanies
red and white diamonds on me like spaghetti
i told that girl that she’ll never forget me
i’m texting her friend and shе know that i’m petty
i’m like (i’m like)
who gon pay mе

i’m like
i’m like
hold up
who gone pay me if i’m the boss
i got filthy mugga on me
tell me what the cost
by the water with a snack
got the double parked
i’m who you bd can not see
hold the cost
hold up, hold up
i was on my way back from the trap
now i’m sitting way back in the back
still thumbing through the check
money power bring respect
nasty bezel on the wrist
and on my neck i got baguettes you dig
i can’t see the time on my wrist
me and my n+ggas gone win
and we finally on
living my life on the yacht
baby you know who we are
living my life on the yacht
shorties on shorties is foreign
we in line shopping all day
foreigns all in the garage

yea, i got to ball like irvin
you know i be on that jersey sh+t
that boy from the south side
came a long way from serving nicks
no pics
it was a drought
and we the ones serving it
took the beamer on 295
and i was working it
the coup can be convertible
troopers i be swerving them
she a betty boop
but her body count to the roof
so i’m curving her
don’t tell us you from gt or sicklerville
we ain’t heard of ya
it say its the hardest out
but don’t make it easy to get murdered
fo show

i can’t see the time on my wrist
me and my n+ggas gone win
and we finally on
living my life on the yacht
baby you know who we are
living my life on the yacht
shorties on shorties is foreign
we in line shopping all day
foreigns all in the garage
ha, ha
she just like it how i’m cut up on my wrist
with baguettes
shorty tripping off them zanies
red and white diamonds on me like spaghetti
i told that girl that she’ll never forget me
i’m texting her friend and she know that i’m petty
i’m like (i’m like)
who gon pay me

w3 ent

who gone pay me if i’m the boss

wanted world wide
who gone pay me if i’m the

who gon pay me

who gon pay me

yea

who gon pay me



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