The Pay

[Intro: Hit-Boy] Who the plug? These niggas be askin' "who the plug?" HS87, nigga that's the plug [Hook: B Mac The Queen] Bitch I'm here for the pay If you hatin', get the fuck up out my face Bitch I'm here for the pay If you hatin', get the fuck up out my face [Verse 1: B Mac The Queen] I will never know why bitches fake And I will never know why niggas hate I'm ridin' through my town, you see that's B Mac on the plates Don't mistake me for a lame, you know that I cannot relate Fuck what you gotta say, I'm out here every day, pockets straight Not too late, I'ma count more cake, now souffle then I'm out your way Now let me show you how it's done, show you how it's done If you workin' month to month just to get enough then you know what's up Middle fingers up Fade that shit! [Hook: B Mac The Queen] [Verse 2: Lil Debbie] G's up, Oak Town, fire truck, hose down You dusty ass bitches prolly come from Broke Town Struttin' out the bank, puffin' on dank I'm gettin' filthy rich so my attitude stank Pickin' up my best friend (Who?) Benjamin Frank I know dollars make sense, I ain't even have to think Forget about a hater, someone gotta do the job Light the gun with that potato, this the mothafuckin' mob This that Don Corleone, I better get my cheddar Mozzarella, Provolone, or send shots through your home Call my goons on the phone, speakin' in code No HTML, no pasta, just shells Everything for sale, got grams off that scale Got fans sendin' that mail, I ride the wave like a sail Can't you tell, ho? [Hook: B Mac The Queen] [Bridge: Lil Debbie] That ching-ching-ching-ching (Don't stop) That ching-ching-ching-ching (Don't stop) [Outro: Lil Debbie (B Mac The Queen)] (Bitch I'm here for the pay) Bet you Hit-Boy like this, he be vouchin' for me While I count this money (Bitch I'm here for the pay) Bet you Hit-Boy like this, he be vouchin' for me While I count this money Everything for sale Everything for sale Everything for sale Everything for sale