Sk8 - Pay Check lyrics

Intro: (Yeah) (I'm high as f**) (We in the studio though) Verse 1 (Skate): Light up another one, we could get lit Up in the party, we don't give a sh** Turnin' the music up loud as a b**h Rollin' a sticky, she sipping' the liq Too young for the club, but I get in Can't nobody understand the way I'm livin' I've been cruising 'round the block all day Smokin' joint after joint with the rooftop missing I'm with the homies, we walk in the party and shotgun a beer All of you p**y a** b**hes, I know it, I'm makin' it clear All of these women are spendin' too much time lookin' in the mirror All of that staring they changin' you girl and I'm making it clearer Everybody wanna take shot after shot till can't no more Then they wanna smoke my weed, but I'm drunk and I can't even roll You ain't gotta worry bout the green cause you know I got plenty more Back in the studio, rappin' and sippin' that Henny slow Chorus (Skate): Money over p**y, I got safe s**, (I got safe s**) Turnin' up for nothin', that's some fake sh**. (that's some fake sh**) I don't feel the need to celebrate this, (nah!) Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (turn up, turn up!) Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck) Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck) Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck) Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (let's get it!) Verse 2 (Kyle Ma**ey): Party in the bank, imma turn up for that check Call me Gualla Gualla, I got diamonds on my neck Big bank n***a, and I'm really out, flex. (Woh!) They be like, "Ma**ey, did you call that rave yet?" (Woh!) Exotic, exotic, exotic That profit, that profit, that profit These n***as, they see me afford my motion I'm dropping these hits while they floppin' Your b**h give me sloppy toppy Maejor Ali in that 'rari n***as this season, they must be the reason why n***as be Sargent like Larry Man, f** all these n***as, bring three more hoes So that n***a can't see no show All of these diamonds can't see no gold We rollin' them dice on casino flo Bad b**h, on my microphone's her favorite song, she ain't even know Coke boys, and that white goes, with that he-he, that Michael Chorus (Skate): Money over p**y, I got safe s**, (I got safe s**) Turnin' up for nothin', that's some fake sh**. (that's some fake sh**) I don't feel the need to celebrate this, (nah!) Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (turn up, turn up!) Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck) Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck) Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (for that paycheck) Why? Cause I turn up for that paycheck. (let's get it!)