Lyrics

(Tic-Tac-Toe) I'm lining up my X's and O's telling Nina let's go nigga! (Get that dough) Kali Baby, we world wide now, tell your girl bye for now and (FU Pay Me) I'm looking for them checks next, looking for the exit, that's it FU got a wife, sister, mama and nephew with little Christopher What the F you think I'm spittin' for? I'm not living for the middle living the given is difficult Gotta live it up but life is pitiful A pedestal, I put myself on, nobody gave me a damn thing Stealin' vans, different lands, we doin' the same thing It's time to pay the piper, freestyles for the cypher (Cypher) Ain't no volunteer, look how far we got here I been in places that you never been Colored money, get it Netherlands I get around like a ceiling fan I need my chips with dip or meet my pistol grip Cause if I slip, nigga, Crystal will trip, baby! And I see some ladies tonight That should be havin' my baby FU Pay Me! (FU Pay Me) I'm not doin' it for free, I'm doin' it for me, tell 'em again! (FU Pay Me) I'm not doin' it for fun, I'm doin' it for money, honey (FU Pay Me) That's to get lots of matzah, that's what we after (FU Pay Me) I'm want the Presidents to represent me like Obama When have you known me not to have no cash? (Think about it) When have you seen me with a bitch that ain't bad? (Think about it) See me in a color other than red? (Think about it) When have you heard about me talking to Feds? (Think about it) There's two sides to every joke, a partner best believe I know green thumb, niggas with them coca leaves (That's right) You see the game ain't the same, man, it's reasonable doubt Niggas falling off the chain when it's a reasonable drought In every hood, it's a snitch nigga running his mouth But I was smart, I took my stash, told my brothers I'm out Hold up, back up, Via, Diaz Bitch nigga's envy, jealous, not us Hand cuff, your bitch, she know, we rich That's why, your face she rots Disney Script writer, only know how to ball No rehearsal, niggas know we die alone I'm still coming for that Absolute Power money And I know they don't really want to have a shoot shower for me Especially when I'm in L.A., they lay like a hour from me Let me stop cause here's what makes the thing on gour yummy And I eat that with a waffle, I regret I didn't pop you No respect I get hostile, checks you owe Tech his colossal Many consecutive checks you kept I can stretch, that is awful But I suggest you get it even if an address given, sex in a brothel All that money must have left you lazy Guess you took a couple more steps too crazy We one hundred but take a guess who's shady With a handle did mantle man accept you lady? I gee this really piss your nephew daily And it's serious now that cause Tech grew babies Even if you say you send all that's left to Haiti FU Pay Me!
Writer(s): Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Unknown Composer Author, Mike Kalombo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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