[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]