Pay Dat Fine Lyrics

Speak my mind on some real shit, nigga Long live heart rest up my soul

Yeah, I ain't really fuck with nobody They try to talk about the kid

I done ran my money up and I'm soon to be big

They gon' hate to see me shine I wish they can read my mind

For the ones who fuck me over All my life gon' pay that fine

I ain't trippin', I ain't livin' without it All this money in my pants, I can't live without

cottage I'm tryna make it out the hood

I ain't even go to college Tryna make sure we all good

On the road with them shottas dope fiends inside the hood

Fiendin' for narcotics See that budge inside my pants

Better know that I got it And I'm stayin' away from fake niggas and fake hoes

And I love countin' my pesos Try to draw down, I'ma up this bitch

I'ma blow you down, now the case closed Let a bitch do what I say, so

I'm a real nigga from the head to toe They was goin' left, I was goin' right

So in my mind, I ain't never wrong I was fucked up, but I bounced back

Life fucked, these hoes can't get attached Keep that glizzy on my side

Know I won't hesitate to push you back Bitch, I came a long way

I done bossed up im da man now They used to talk bad on the kid

I surpassed them, what they sayin' now? Better run out all the lies

They be talkin', what they sayin' now? Shit they sayin' is always cap

This shit I'm sayin', you gotta figure out

Them tell me it ain't right for me, uh I'm addicted to the pain

But I came a long way from where I'm at now My losses, I charge it to the game

Got a backpack full of racks Hella hoes, but ain't a Mack

If I had one wish, I'd bring all my people back

Tell lies all in your face, tell them what the fuck is that

I done came up on that bag N***a, play, I catch a hat

Nah fr, I'm on another one Only with me, it ain't no other

Want another gun Know it get hard, this shit ain't safe

On my grind every day, no drip Just tryna make a way

But they hate, and these bitches too That's why I stay away

N***a, I had hella sleepless nights, I had to grind for it

Talkin' bout relations on that grind, ain't got no time for it

Talkin' bout the racks, I'm on the way, I got the time for it

Fat n***a can't fit in the amiris, I'm rockin' tom ford

They wanna join the money team, tell them welcome aboard

Won't play no games, they try to play, we play with real toys

Know bout my family, bout that bread, know how I kill for it

Separate the real from all the fake, I got a feel for it

I ain't really fuck with nobody, they try to talk about a kid

I done ran my money up, and I'm soon to be big

They gon' hate to see me shine, I wish they can read my mind

For the ones who fuck me over, all my life gon' pay dat fine

I ain't trippin', I ain't livin' without it

All this money in my pants, I can't live without cottage

I'm tryna make it out the hood, I ain't even go to college

Tryna make sure we all good, on the road with them shottas

Dope fiends inside the hood, fiendin' for narcotics

See that budge inside my pants, better know that I got it

And I'm stayin' away from fake n****s and fake hoes

And I love countin' my pesos, try to draw down

I'ma up this bitch, I'ma blow you down, now the case closed