Payin’ Top Dolla

Lyrics

Hoodrich Biatch! This is a DJ Paul T-Why Beat [Intro: DJ Paul] It's 'bout to go down! Da Mafia 6ix, Fiend, La Chat - let's go! [Chorus: Rick Ross sample] Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin', payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Chain so big, can't pop my collar Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin', payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Chain so big, can't pop, pop, pop... [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Pot belly, still out'chea makin' a killin' Ridin' 'round with them rounds - makin' a killin' They say they gon' get me, really, that's how you feelin? You in the mood for a motherfuckin' killin', really? He say I fell off - hater why you lurkin'? Do your homework and check my networthin'! You saw my wife's water, trick Six hunnid for the whip Two mill for the crib and I'm plenty rich [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] Don't pay me what you weigh, payin' top dollar I'm lookin' for that paper, yes I'm lookin' for a scholar A girl that get out there, and change that dollar I need about a G and baby girl and you can hollar I ain't playin' no games, I'm chasin' this change I'm tryin' to maintain, while you out here playin' games You gotta get out there and gеt them niggas for they change Thеy watches and rings - I take a nigga everything [Chorus: Rick Ross sample] Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin', payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Chain so big, can't pop my collar Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin', payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Chain so big, can't pop, pop, pop... [Verse 3: Fiend] Who I pitch I cook I ball That's the [?] not the middle of them all Cold capper, I'm a dog, the cash the only cause On the run, tryin' to put gas in all my cars Hood ... my dirty draws Streets know who got it and we ain't heard of none of y'all Pop them [?], pop pistols, keep poppin' pussy for dollars Rich nigga - I taste like champagne when she swallow [Verse 4: La Chat] Gotta pay me ain't no talking, you can holler about my car The only way you can holler at if you bring me out the bar My team we out here winning, don't know you but I know yo paper My team we out here spending money, stunting all you haters La Chat, I start out with them licks and then I flip them crumbs to bricks I stay down, ain't murked nobody now I'm out here got you sick I'm that chick reppin' that Memphis Tn all day And when it come to gettin' that pay, get that K, nobody straight [Chorus: Rick Ross sample] Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin', payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Chain so big, can't pop my collar Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin', payin' top dolla Payin' top dolla, payin' top dolla Chain so big, can't pop, pop, pop...