Payday

Lyrics

[Intro] (DT Beats) [Verse 1: TrDee] I'm OT, somewhere chilling on the beach Fly a lil' baddie out, only if you be discreet Don't let the glasses fool you, I am not a geek I'm the type to still run it up if I ain't have no feet Dick put her straight to sleep, this some NyQuil Still reminiscing 'bout the wounds that did not heal Damn, this bitch thicker than some oatmeal Please tell me how you slid down and ain't get no kill [Verse 2: BabyTron] Hunnid rounder, leave a Scat Pack with no wheels I don't gotta let that bitch off, I bet bro will Shooting layups but you miss them bitches? You got no skill Have my shooters run the triangle like I'm coach Phil I'm too blowed Three-five of the Whitе Runtz, this shit too strong Bankroll seven-sevеn like Manute Bol Push a button in the spaceship, now the coupe gone [Verse 3: StanWill] RIP Virgil, if I spin around, it's a X on me In a bay, thirty in my clip, that's a Steph on me Like it's payday, fuck around, drop a check on me Pull up, drop fifty, I ain't even gotta stretch on me Drop a couple shells, fuck around, get his taco blew I don't like to wrestle, if it's up, put the Glock on you Lil' bro ain't jamming 201s if he slide on you You ain't doing shit for yo team, you don't lob no 'oops [Verse 4: TrDee] Tryna get a mill', I don't care about popularity They tryna rap like us like a parrot Did the dash, she like, "Hold on stop, boy, you scaring me" Pull up with one or seven hoes, Linsanity Heard you out here running 'round like a headless chicken Bent her over then I slammed dunk like I'm Miles Bridges Niggas tryna take a mile? We'll give him inches The money counter keep jamming, give me some assistance [Verse 5: BabyTron] Scam this, jam that, I don't sell grams You headed towards work, I'm just waiting on the mailman Off a V cut, I need a Phantom, hot as hell, man Get the payment then I block his ass, can you spell "ham"? B22s, Dior kicks, this Dior drip Hotter than a fuck, one me, I got four blicks Got this shit up out the mud, wasn't born rich Scam star, rap star, headed towards the Forbes list [Verse 6: StanWill] Push start the whip, hop in and I stab off Pull up on her, Goose X Dior, she gon' grab balls Been punching five plus, I been doing half offs Swinging sticks at the opps like they throwing fast balls Keep a sack, got the hoes tryna tackle me Bitch put that crazy head on, she done baffled me I was in school with more pape' than a faculty In Miami I was hitting hoes with the plastic cheeks