Pay Scale (feat. Larry June)

Eastside Same shit we been doin' Stackin' paper we used to it Chicken Fried Rice in the back of the Phantom My brother in the venue still mackin' the dancers I'm overseeing the money counting the transaction Combination safe stashing, money addiction my passion I got a stackin' habit, I must have it Lust cabbage, looking at money like it's a bad bitch Hand full of that ass when I smash its a blast In the middle of the bank having a flashback Try to keep up with me, that Bobby and Whitney Clyde and Bonnie, Hov and Beyonce A hundred million dollars my fiancee Smoke screens til' the paparazzi off the scene Just when they had thought they got me Escaped then dropped a tape, shot the video on my estate Medium well steaks on Versace plates Silverware not even silver this is 14K Watch how you act where you at and a real playa might let you stay Fresh home from Tokyo I'm thumbing through Yen Take them Gucci's off when you walk in my crib I spend like 30 bitch this ain't tens Heated toilet seats Dom P in the fridge Rose gold voice on a Rollie I'm him Purified water on my way to go swim My bitch get money bring it back to a pimp My Japanese denim she toss ten in them For a week I went vegan but took the bitch fishing Before a bitch get the dick she gotta sign a petition Air Max 94s, same watch as Biggie On my way to San Jo to go and check this chicken What's happenin' Nigga we don't just rap about this shit nigga If she look she took, you know what I'm saying Something slight, aye bitch hand me that motherfucking money counter hoe Thank you You doing good God