[Verse 1: Ellz]
Money crisp as denim
Keep mine, I don't let 'em
Chill me before I heat 'em up
k** 'em I got my Nina tucked
Breaking buds up on Lisa bu*t
Ray that is, you n***as f**ing with me?
You don't hear how gay that is?
Y'all two timing, both ways, looking like you crossing the street a** n***as
Peepin game I'm in the p**y till she queef
She bitter embarra**ed, you feed her carrots and best friend it
Friend zone motherf**er never trust those motherf**ers
They'll spray you quick tell the chick you laying with
You playing with her emotions and put a Dream album on
And tell her bout his emotions
You n***as soft as 80's d** you break em up put em in baking soda
I'm like change in sofas when you broke ain't got capoodle
And your diet tired of Ramen Noodles and Sam's soda
And momma can see it through you
Of course you'll see it through too
But weak n***as never do
Weak n***as never do what meek n***as tell 'em you
Show and prove if you a bad motherf**er
You better f** a bad mother wit some BeBe's Kids
And your last rubber busted cause it was in your wallet collecting dust
Now she got another on the way and you'll never trust
That b**h my n***a really I couldn't blame you
She cheated with you so how the hell can't she play you?
Pulling strings like a guitar we are
PayUp! Game affiliates my n***a you a weed jar
We'll smoke you, b*atch!
[André DeSaint]
b*atch! yeah
PayUp! in this .. like it's '96 n***a
'95, whatever
[Verse 2: André DeSaint]
Yeah, I was sent from heaven to raise hell
I hated school with others I never played well
I'm always tryna switch it up, this is phase 12
Can't wait for the day that everything I say sells
f** the stories that they tell
I'm just chilling with my hipster b**h, we be f**ing to Sleigh Bells
She quotes me, Jay-Z, and Adele
And eats organic cause she's just tryna age well
I hit the ground running, somebody check the finish line
Me and money go together, chill and watch us intertwine
Ignoring text message, I ain't tryna give her time
Somebody broke her heart, and now she's begging me to give her mine
But you know that history repeats itself
Told you I'm the future n***a, I'm just tryna meet myself
Damn it I'm sick, grab your cameras quick
Was born in New York and never been a fan of the Knicks
But I'm a fan of your b**h, and that's such a rapper thing to say
I'm either on another planet or only a ring away
You n***as lose-lose we do it the winner's way
PayUp! got the floor now so f** what you finna say
And I ain't never wrote a verse without substance
That's why my message always got across like Justice
Ain't nobody listening? Damn, n***a.. tough sh**
Hang it up, I suggest anything but this
What the f**, b**h