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too $hort - pay her lyrics

[chorus]
back in the day, we ain’t give a ho sh-t
nowadays all these n-ggas do is trick
pay her (pay her), pay her (pay her)
pay her, what happened to the players? (where they at?)
when i was comin’ up, real macks said, “f-ck it”
nowadays, y’all put the p-ssy in the budget
pay her (pay her), pay her (pay her)
pay her, what happened to the players? playa

[verse 1]
i’m a player, baby, and don’t you forget it
i ride benzes and porches, no honda civics
i will not pay for p-ssy, that’s a “no can do”
because where i was raised, that’s what no man do (oakland)
i got a gang of b-tches and hoes galore
you might get a lot of p-ssy, but for sure i get more
i’ll give you a b-tch before i give you a blunt
’cause i still get funky like “female funk”
what i look like, given her half my scratch?
like she wrote my raps, i don’t get down like that
i was born to mack, and i’ma die that way
i could give a motherf-ck if she died today
they say i’m one cold invividual (individual)
they say that “too $hort’ll stomp down a ho” (stomp her down, down)
b-tches know, they best not ask
spend my cash, i’ll put a foot in your -ss

[verse 2]
am i supposed to feel guilty? (no)
do these b-tches make me filthy?
yeah, rich that is
i had a good night, my b-tch got tricks (get it)
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout playin’ games
real pimp sh-t, i ain’t sayin’ names
we goin’ straight to the top
i’m still pimpin’, i tried to stop
i told my mama, “i won’t pimp no more”
then i took your b-tch, and i sent your ho
i thought about the promise i made
lyin’ to my momma ’bout how i got paid (pimpin’)
i told her my b-tches was singers
signed to my label, i was crossin’ my fingers
when i lied about my women
i didn’t want to see her cry, but i can’t stop pimpin’ (b-tch)

[chorus]
back in the day, we ain’t give a ho sh-t
nowadays all these n-ggas do is trick
pay her (pay her), pay her (pay her)
pay her, what happened to the players? (what happened?)
when i was comin’ up, real macks said, “f-ck it”
nowadays, y’all put the p-ssy in the budget
pay her (pay her), pay her (pay her)
pay her, what happened to the players? playa

[verse 3]
i always got stacks of hunds
my b-tch better make 20 racks a month (she better)
and when i got shows to do
i knock b-tches, and my hoes recruit
i need cash, i gotta have it
i love gettin’ money, i can’t kick the habit (i can’t kick it)
i’m not hooked on drugs
but i hang out with a lotta crooks and thugs (from the town)
i never sold dope
but i’d sell my b-tch to the pope
ain’t no hope (can’t save me), you can’t save me momma
they won’t stop, i get paid ’cause they wanna
give daddy, all that dough
and if a trick mothaf-cka don’t call my ho
she’ll put two feet down on the pavement (on the pavement)
or i’ll drag her by the hair like a caveman (like a caveman)

[chorus]
back in the day, we ain’t give a ho sh-t
nowadays all these n-ggas do is trick
pay her (you better pay her), pay her (you better pay her)
pay her, what happened to the players? (what happened to ’em?)
when i was comin’ up, real macks said “f-ck it”
nowadays, y’all put these hoes in the budget
pay her (pay that b-tch), pay her (pay the b-tch)
pay her, what happened to the players? playa

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