TO Beats - f** You, Pay Me lyrics

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TO Beats - f** You, Pay Me lyrics

[Intro: Dizzy Wright] Yo, yo, what's poppin' man It's your young playa partner, Dizzy Wright, man I'm bringin' you that fly a** young playa, Mike Bars! Bringin' you that 16 Bars, straight out of Portland! Y'all better show love and show respect where it's due I'm out Peace f** you, pay me x4 Pay x8 [Verse 1] Back up in my High School My dad gave me these life rules He said that I could be anything I found in my dreams And to pack up is the right move So I blast something to write to Thinking, "Rap...that's what I might do!" When the Principal takes my pencil, and then goes: "Don't you know that you're white, dude? What about your IQ? Think about your life, too" I said, "Call my parents house! All I care about's mall apparel and nice j**els! I don't even act hard But I'mma be a rap star A hot shot at the chop shop With a drop top - once im done with my Dad's car" The principal snapped like, "Go home, player" I did just that, and made 'Grown Folks' later Now I'm so cold when flow that I don't know If I'll poke holes in the Ozone layer And the same chicks who ain't looked twice Wanna bang dick for this good life They said left, so I pushed right Now I get checks like I'm Suge Knight [Hook] When I was a kid, they said I would fail "You'll never blow up, it's time to get real" But now I'm grown up, and they all wanna chill But I'll never forget all the sh** you put me through, like: When I was a kid, you said I would fail I'll never blow up, it's time to get real But now I'm grown up, and just look at 'em kneel But I'll never forget all the sh** you put me through, so f** you, pay me x4 Pay x8 [Verse 2] Way before I produced a beat I was up in a booster seat Looking down on the rest of the kids Knowing none of 'em would ever be as smooth as me But that's how it used to be See, now I got more style than Gangnam And you can find me in the sky Cause I'll probably be so high That you look about as fly as a penguin So even If I get a little bit of sh** For getting rich when it was always glamorous Least I can pay for the damages And tell the fellas "Sit back, let me handle this" Now I'm that blunt smokin', gun totin' Skinny white rapper that run Portland And b**h, you know I'mma keep it comin' 'til the whistle blow Now it's f** you, pay me, like a gigolo, cause [Hook] [Verse 3] They used to say I was b**h made They used to call me a white nerd Now I'm all on their chick's brain Cause my wrists look like an ice berg Oh, what, are you mad? Too bad, dousche bag News flash, I'm the the new fad You're that bald spot that never grew back So get a doo rag Cause I'm living it up I just dropped more cash than you get in a month Up in the Gentlemens Club Where all the women are drunk And two b**hes always gettin' my adrenalin pumped Now my click is deeper than your chicks urethra And we hit the hooka with a twist of sheesha Then I mix in reefer, order sixty pizzas And I get to chiefin' like I'm Wiz Khalifa, b**h! [Hook] f** you, pay me x4