Pay Check

Intro: (Yeah) (I'm high as fuck) (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 shit Turnin' the music up loud as a bitch 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 pussy ass bitches, 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 pussy, I got safe sex, (I got safe sex) Turnin' up for nothin', that's some fake shit. (that's some fake shit) 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 Massey): Party in the bank, imma turn up for that check Call me Gualla Gualla, I got diamonds on my neck Big bank nigga, and I'm really out, flex. (Woh!) They be like, "Massey, did you call that rave yet?" (Woh!) Exotic, exotic, exotic That profit, that profit, that profit These niggas, they see me afford my motion I'm dropping these hits while they floppin' Your bitch give me sloppy toppy Maejor Ali in that 'rari Niggas this season, they must be the reason why niggas be Sargent like Larry Man, fuck all these niggas, bring three more hoes So that nigga can't see no show All of these diamonds can't see no gold We rollin' them dice on casino flo Bad bitch, 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 pussy, I got safe sex, (I got safe sex) Turnin' up for nothin', that's some fake shit. (that's some fake shit) 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!)