[Chorus : Ricky Roy]
I got that b**h to pay me/
I know u n***as hate me/
I got that b**h to pay me/
I know u n***as hate me/
[Verse 1: Ricky Roy]
I got that b**h to pay me/
She wanna have my baby/
The dick done made her crazy/
f** different b**hes daily/
That's why these n***as wanna hate/
That they b**h all I'm my face/
They underground I'm up in space/
I got them uppers not the case/
f** the D.A. and the state/
Kit Kat laws gimme a break/
I Want dem headlines like I'm Drake/
Won't save no ho don't got no cape/
HOLD UP!!
All these n***as fold up all my n***as got the whole block sewed up/
Hold up
And Why you n***as hating why you n***as perpetrating like you got your dough up/
Hold up
I'm come with them shooters flexing like Luger /
Ruger wit the short tip do you/
For Lil flip screw you/
With a Q-Tip Flavor in ya ear on a Friday/
Hold up Craig, Craig, I'm mackin' in here/
k** like a plague I'm packing in here/
These hoes on the blade get cut like a beard/
To find some perfect I looked in the mirror/
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Ricky Roy]
I know these n***as hate it ya boy is so fresh/
Always on the grind ya boy don't rest/
If this is how i live how u n***as live less/
Everything on deck make hits im next mo Checks/
Huh!! its big faces knots in the socks in the shoes not the laces/
Huh!! i ain't rapping in no basement/
So many lines in my head i need a facelift/
[Chorus]