"Pay Up" lyrics
Wax & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
(feat. K.A.A.N. & Jarren Benton)
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
No funny business no runarounds
Ain't no need to run your mouth put the money down
I treat a hundred like it was a hundred thou
Cuz it ain't been coming to me recently and I been runnin' out
You know the deal if you don't shoulda read it
Its too late now for the last minute edit
I knew you had an excuse before you even said it
I trusted you now I regret it
Damn
I been stressed out tryna figure out a plan
To keep the lights on in the house of my fam
The trash and the gas in the stove and the van
If you want a freebie from me I'll be screaming
SCRAM
I ain't got the energy to waste on your lies
I ain't got time for the fake alibis
I ain't got time to tell you I ain't got time
My mind is on the money and the moneys hard to find
(Yo man where the fuck is my money
You fuckin' with the wrong mothafucka man
You gonna have to pay up)
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
Money coming
Then money going
My pockets low (Low)
Scattered roaches
And notices
In my bungalow (Oh)
Bill collectors
Calling me more
Then people I know
I'm making lemonade
From some lemons
That I recently stole
Straight from the store
All for the low
Some for your sis
And some for your bro
Life of the poor
The kitchen is broke
Closed mouths don't get fed
You know
Imma need more
Seconds for
Trying to fill up my plate in whole
Rolling up blunts from the residue
I scrapped out of my fucking bowl
Here we go
Welcome to the Truman show
Truth be told
This is something that everyone's seen before
Don't you know
How to make a dollar stretch
Like downward dogging yoga pose
How to make yo fit look fresh
When wearing hand-me-down clothes
Reeboks ain't in tip top
In my gym socks I got holes
Picking padlocks ducking mattocks
Taking everything I want
Tell em we ain't doing freebies
And we ain't doing no favors
If you want it muthafuckas
Then you gunna have to pay up
(What?
You ain't got the money?
Well, we ain't leaving til you get it)
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
Tu quiero mucho dinero baby I need my pesos
Dough bread cheese queso say hey to Pedro
That's my little friend he make niggas pay up what they owe
I don't wanna hear all them fables how you couldn't scrape mo
Come short on my coins I got food to put on the table
Baby mamas constantly bitchin' they gotta pay bills
I get antsy you will not like it if I cant stay still
Six million ways to torture pistol in they grill
Come on J you gotta relax baby I can't chill
These niggas owe me cash and they bout to see how the shank feel
Inflict the type of hurt that it can't relieve with a pain pill
You gotta set examples you play me and it's the same drill
Yeah nigga the gooch back
These hoes suckin' dick for a BBL and some fruit snacks
Imma need that loot pack buddy owe me a few stacks
If money breeds evil in God's name I rebuke that
Amen
(Yeah, I'll take that
I don't need to count it, do I?
Hoppa, Wax I got them money
We can leave now
Just had to talk to em real quick)
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
No funny business no runarounds
Ain't no need to run your mouth put the money down
I treat a hundred like it was a hundred thou
Cuz it ain't been coming to me recently and I been runnin' out
You know the deal if you don't shoulda read it
Its too late now for the last minute edit
I knew you had an excuse before you even said it
I trusted you now I regret it
Damn
I been stressed out tryna figure out a plan
To keep the lights on in the house of my fam
The trash and the gas in the stove and the van
If you want a freebie from me I'll be screaming
SCRAM
I ain't got the energy to waste on your lies
I ain't got time for the fake alibis
I ain't got time to tell you I ain't got time
My mind is on the money and the moneys hard to find
(Yo man where the fuck is my money
You fuckin' with the wrong mothafucka man
You gonna have to pay up)
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
Money coming
Then money going
My pockets low (Low)
Scattered roaches
And notices
In my bungalow (Oh)
Bill collectors
Calling me more
Then people I know
I'm making lemonade
From some lemons
That I recently stole
Straight from the store
All for the low
Some for your sis
And some for your bro
Life of the poor
The kitchen is broke
Closed mouths don't get fed
You know
Imma need more
Seconds for
Trying to fill up my plate in whole
Rolling up blunts from the residue
I scrapped out of my fucking bowl
Here we go
Welcome to the Truman show
Truth be told
This is something that everyone's seen before
Don't you know
How to make a dollar stretch
Like downward dogging yoga pose
How to make yo fit look fresh
When wearing hand-me-down clothes
Reeboks ain't in tip top
In my gym socks I got holes
Picking padlocks ducking mattocks
Taking everything I want
Tell em we ain't doing freebies
And we ain't doing no favors
If you want it muthafuckas
Then you gunna have to pay up
(What?
You ain't got the money?
Well, we ain't leaving til you get it)
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
Tu quiero mucho dinero baby I need my pesos
Dough bread cheese queso say hey to Pedro
That's my little friend he make niggas pay up what they owe
I don't wanna hear all them fables how you couldn't scrape mo
Come short on my coins I got food to put on the table
Baby mamas constantly bitchin' they gotta pay bills
I get antsy you will not like it if I cant stay still
Six million ways to torture pistol in they grill
Come on J you gotta relax baby I can't chill
These niggas owe me cash and they bout to see how the shank feel
Inflict the type of hurt that it can't relieve with a pain pill
You gotta set examples you play me and it's the same drill
Yeah nigga the gooch back
These hoes suckin' dick for a BBL and some fruit snacks
Imma need that loot pack buddy owe me a few stacks
If money breeds evil in God's name I rebuke that
Amen
(Yeah, I'll take that
I don't need to count it, do I?
Hoppa, Wax I got them money
We can leave now
Just had to talk to em real quick)
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
If you want it
Pay up
We ain't doing no favors
