Project Pat - f** You Pay Me lyrics

(f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you) (f** you, f** you, f** you,) [Verse 1] These s**ers playing like they k**ers but they really hoes Banging n***a like me get choppered up and come to your front door Mask on my face this ain't no Halloween no Trick or Treat Shooting bullets longer than your finger, knock you off your feet Anybody get in my business, gon' end up in smoke (blunts) You be a body f**er when this move like a ghost f** n***as want they co*ks**ers to lick it real [?] by the words of your mouth, feel automatic steel I paid my young n***as a bag to blow up your a** You is a Django b**h I'm ma**a', I own your a** I [?] this sh** ain't hard this ain't calculus Either you gon' have my money or this triggers 'bout to bust [Chorus] f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of taking losses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of all these crosses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of taking losses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of all these crosses [Verse 2] Guns co*ked ready to rock and roll Ready to co*k and blow Arm and Hammer disco, lock the door Ready to cop some more Lock and load, ready to transport Money, that's the goal, keep them throw-a-ways Just to catch me after I blast a hoe Pa** the dough, then I pa** the blow Keep the cash afloat, the fast life, foot on the accelerator So I'm machine go, eenie miney moe Not get any hoes, stripper pole [?] Like in ATL, I got it [Chorus] f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of taking losses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of all these crosses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of taking losses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of all these crosses [Verse 2] Cheddar cheese, lotta these boys out here playing gamess Lawyer fees, copin' plea's But you wanna be the man, just the same game Still get sold, n***a's fillipin' O's n***as watching money [?] the store Like they pimpin' hoes, rippin' O's Like a pot roast, I ain't trnya' boast Burn a n***a like some french toast Then I'm gettin' ghost, corner store My command post, Tennessee [?] Blown purp' out the elbows, [?] [Chorus] f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of taking losses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of all these crosses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of taking losses f** you, Pay me, f** you, Pay me, f** You, Pay me I'm sick of all these crosses