PAGAN Lyrics

Ay, yeah, Zek

Raw Fella what it do uh-huh

Let me turn up one time

Look, I ain't getting any younger, so you know I need that fast money

Drop a hundred bags, bad bitch gon' count the cash

They gon' talk that real shit, then gon' act funny

I be laughing to the bank, tell me, is that funny

I ain't get a check this week, but got a check still

Tapping for the Za, walk away with the best deal

Chilling with a vibe, it's a vibe, no X pill

Tell him, look alive, I know it's right, but I go left still

Ay, and we looking for investors

So they just cap my name, ring bells like a jester

The way I just walk, I don't talk, it impressed her

Threw the extra, had to thank her for the gesture

She a baddie and she know that I could bless her

Baby bless you

I'm a big boy and she want me to compress her

Need some neck first, told my boy to send me something to turn up to

I'ma murder that, open 24 like McDonald's, trapped with Dirty Macs

Missed the first time, we gon' fuck around and double back

Four by four, bro gon' pull up sliding Duramax

Told myself I'll turn my life around and I ain't turning back

Zek ain't talking money man, I know you never heard of that

And we make it look so easy, one phone call

Tell him, call me when you need me

Ay, déjame decirte en español

Es mi merca, es mi control

Y me pagan como actor, ay

Cien bolas, las pelotas de fútbol

Se reparten sin amor, a ti te dan inocitol

Ay, todo el día trabajando en el sol

Burritos de frijol, dos caguamas, marca sol

Ay, a mí me dicen el profesor

Salga de la cocina si no le gusta el calor

Ay

Bro, you looking at a boss

I done took a hundred losses

Why they never took a loss

Plug me in if I start writing it

It'll cost

Middle finger to the laws

Take a picture, let me pause

Hold on, let me cook

I don't even need a hook

Life of a crook

I could probably write a book

You'd be shook

All those risks that we took

Come in plain floss

And all that shit you gon' get took

Pop out in Texas like what it do, mane

Every time I send a box to Atlanta

I could buy two chains

Tryna turn this Mustang into a Mulsanne

Whatever I cop, man, black Bruce Wayne

Bitches change, homies change

But they loose change

He plain, he plain

But they too plain, too lame

Two Faygos, I need two lanes

And another nine like T-Lanes

Pusimos el dinero primero

Armas segundo y las Barbies tercero

En Los Angeles comprando vuelos

Siempre humilde, vinimos de cero

Conocimos unos compas ladrilleros

Un nueve no me alcanza, ocupaba uno entero

La calle está caliente, no hay bomberos

Aquí no hay amigos, compa, puro pistolero