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The lyrics paint a picture of a life lived on the edge, where the pursuit of money is paramount and the constant threat of legal trouble looms. The opening lines immediately establish a sense of uncertainty about daily earnings, yet a determination to pursue them regardless. This is juxtaposed with the intrusive presence of probation, demanding compliance with a demeaning ritual. The narrator expresses frustration with those who seem to be on the outside looking in, wanting access to what they perceive as valuable assets, referred to as "ki's." The narrator asserts a new status, separate from the city's past, and highlights a violent encounter with police where no warning was given. The central tension revolves around the narrator's desire for financial independence and the obstacles preventing it. Probation calls are a persistent annoyance, and the narrator questions the motives of those seeking entry, implying they are outsiders trying to take what isn't theirs. There's a clear distinction drawn between the narrator's current success and the perceived desperation of others. The recurring theme of "payday" in the chorus underscores the singular focus on acquiring money, even to the point of calling for "mayday" if it's not secured, indicating a high-stakes, urgent financial reality. A striking element is the narrator's self-description as "the pimp that's walkin' with the limp, the macaroni with the cheese," a seemingly incongruous image that blends street toughness with a comforting, almost domestic, metaphor. This is followed by a starkly transactional view of intimacy, where the goal is to "fuck the bitch right to sleep, steal a box of cereal and leave." The lyrics also reveal a transactional dynamic with women, where their value is tied to their "bag" and "ass," and the ultimate goal is "cash." This transactional nature extends to the narrator's view of themselves as a "monster, historical creature" who takes and keeps, emphasizing a predatory approach to acquiring wealth. What makes these lyrics resonate is their raw, unapologetic portrayal of a hustle-driven existence. The narrator's bluntness about financial motivations and their dismissive attitude towards those they deem less successful create a vivid, if harsh, character study. The juxtaposition of street slang with unexpected metaphors, like "macaroni with the cheese," adds a layer of complexity to the persona. The repeated emphasis on "payday" and "cash" highlights a life where financial gain is the ultimate measure of success and survival, driving every action and interaction.

Cartel Bo - Rap, In English

PayDay

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[Intro] (Ayy, Tez) (Keep it Lowkey) [Verse 1] Ain't no tellin' how much money we gettin' a day, but shit, we gon' get up and see Why in the fuck is probation still callin' my phone? They talkin' 'bout "Get up and pee" I don't see the point of you callin' my motherfuckin' phone If you tryna come out from thieves Everybody callin' like they locked outside of they house, they tryna come get them ki's I ain't fuckin' nothin' out the city, I'm the brand new nigga, I got the bitch I believe Yeah, we went in for that pop, but the police just shot two motherfuckers, ain't even say freeze Lesson has it, I'm the pimp that's walkin' with the limp, the macaroni with the cheese She just really wanna ride around with a Crip, she want that cool money breeze They gon' be askin' "What the fuck happened to your lip?" You come up talkin' shit to me (Haha) I just came over to fuck the bitch right to sleep, steal a box of cereal and leave Fell asleep in front of that house, you went right in your pockets and put your money in her weave Hell yeah, he got a bag to that bad bitch, her pussy kinda got a squeeze (Haha, yeah) [Chorus] Can he stop callin' me cray-cray? (Cray-cray, yeah) I need my money on payday (On payday, oh yeah) We gon' need backup, mayday (Mayday) That lil' bitch got a bag, that's bae, bae (Yeah) That lil' bitch got that ass, that's bae, bae (Hey) Better talk about cash, that's pay, pay (Pay, pay) Niggas broker than Craig, that's Day-Day (Haha, Day-Day) Oh, I'm finna show my ass, it's payday (Yeah) [Verse 2] Did the race, won the Heisman, Tay-K (Tay-K) I don't know if they told you, believe me (Nah) I'm a monster, historical creature (A creature) Nigga comin' too strong for you weaklings (You weaklings) I'm the type to come take it and keep it (Haha) To finesse you, a play, gotta peep shit (Peep shit) We gon' run up them racks in a sequence (Hey) Hide that pack in her crack, on some freak shit (Haha, yeah) Want me in? I know I got that deep dick (Yeah) You might score, but you ain't got no defense (Haha) I'm the paper, the toilet, and the shit (And the shit) Niggas broke, while his pockets on weak shit (Weak shit) I jump right on your ass, I leap quick (I leap quick) Yeah, that money test drive, go deep, bitch (Go deep) I can rewrite your life, niggas really rich (We really rich) You don't mind bein' under that ceiling? (Haha, yeah) [Chorus] Can he stop callin' me cray-cray? (Cray-cray, yeah) I need my money on payday (On payday, oh yeah) We gon' need backup, mayday (Mayday) That lil' bitch got a bag, that's bae, bae (Yeah) That lil' bitch got that ass, that's bae, bae (Hey) Better talk about cash, that's pay, pay (Pay, pay) Niggas broker than Craig, that's Day-Day (Haha, Day-Day) Oh, I'm finna show my ass, it's payday (Yeah)

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Writers: Cartel Bo
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PayDay

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