F$$K YOU PAY ME Lyrics

Rent Money Recordz

R.M.G

Rent Money Gang

It's still fuck you pay me, ya feel me

That's what it is homie, Fa-sho

Tip Loc, Cacc at'em

Bout to let these motherfuckers know what time it is, really though

Roll with me homie, roll with me

Let's ride

Pass that drank, twist that smoke

It's your motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip

Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine

Bagging weed, will you pimp a few bitches, oh yes indeed

Anything to help a young player succeed

And to keep fillin' up my pocket with cheese

So follow my lead and let's get this fed

Or do you wanna be broke instead

I'd rather be kicked back on my bed

Count me some bread getting paralyzing head

So follow my lead and let's get this fed

Or do you wanna be broke instead

I'd rather be kicked back on my bed

Count me some bread getting paralyzing head

So I'm tellin' you this, bitch, help us get rich

Hit the fuckin' track, and let's break a few tricks

Keep her ass in the kitchen on a mill

ticket mission cookin' all white chickens

Let's whip a few bricks, stack a few chips

Take a few trips, marks wanna act up

We'll waste a few clips, you fuckin' with Tip

A major hood figure pimp

It's money over bitches, keep chasin' that grip

Can't fall, don't slip, keep stickin' to the script

If I roll over, stroll, keep heat on my hip

Got the chrome and it's on in the military zone

Don't make me roam to your home and put the heat to your dome

Watch his ass freeze, watch him at ease

Watch how quick the bitch-ass nigga pay me

I hate this motherfuckin' new millennium fake-ass

Wanna be bad, carbon copy ass geez

Homeboy, please, just sit when you pee

You can mug in the club, but you'll never scare me

I'm T.I.P. from Dub-C-C

Long Beach, Westside and Memphis, Tennessee

I'm a first-coast rider, Duval resider

If your bitch is on my dick, watch me slide up inside her

Have her payin' rent, I'm the Black Larry Flint

The dick is not free, charge a yard per inch

And that's some real-ass shit, nigga, ask your bitch

She may never admit, Tip has already hit

Already came, already saw

Already filled up her mouth and her jaws, nigga

Already beat, already smashed

It's all about the money, first purse, ass last

That's the motto of a pimp, don't break the rules to the game

It's trickin' if you got it, nigga, you should be ashamed

You motherfuckin' lame, phony-ass trick

Always chase paper and never chase a bitch

That's a real-playas code that I live by daily

I'm still screamin' loud, fuck you, bitch, pay me

Ya dig, and that is

As real as it gets, you feel me

I hear these lame-ass niggas out here talkin' about

It ain't trickin' if you got it

Nigga, that's exactly what it is

Trickin' because you got it, ya feel me

Ayye, but keep spendin' your money, nigga

You're probably payin' one or two of my bitches anyway, ya feel me

You know what I be tellin' them

Ayye, lil' mama, break these sucka-ass niggas, you feel me

But you know what I be tellin' my bitches

Fuck you, pay me

I do mean daily

I stay about my money

Nigga, when I'm broke, I can't eat or sleep

Fuck you, pay me

I do mean daily

It's all about that money, bitch

Stay pacing', keep chasin' this rent money

Fuck you, pay me

Tiploc, tell'em, get you some money, mane

Get you some money