Fuck You Pay Me ft. Obi Floss Lyrics

Yo, Jefe G., what up, nigga

what's popping gang

You know how we rockin' in these streets, mothafucka

Let's go

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

I walk in the spot like, fuck you, pay me

We gettin' paid like we still in the 80s

I'm in the trap, still goin' crazy

I threw a pack back like I'm Brady

I keep my racks sealed like the Navy

Cause we makin' moves on the daily

I took 200 losses, it ain't faze me

Pray to the dirty money, let it save me

She wanna jump in the back of the Bach, I told her maybe

I'm in the trap, got these numbers goin' crazy

Track one, track two, it made me

Track one, track two, for payment

We from the floss and we makin' a statement

Hop in the stores, no traces

Everything foreign, I can't do basic

Big steppers, I been stuck in the trap, counting extras

Baby girl, I'm a jug & finesser

I was hittin' the block up like Tetris

Told you niggas I'm good under pressure

Couple Jwets in the bank, talkin' several

That's a 400 Benz , not a rental

And we still flossin' out like a dental

And she know I'm a young nigga from the streets, so she give me top, no mental

And she know a young nigga gettin' breech

So we bringing' chops to the venue

20K in jewels, if they bust a move, then I call a Tuggy to end it

We don't pick and choose, bro grip the tools

You can be a food on the menu

Look, I'm that nigga, Louis V and Dior on my denim

I been stuck in the trap to persistent

I'm a boss, but I work like a henchman

Look, now we diggin', hop in foreigns, you know that I'm driftin

Out in several states, I been trippin

I been stuck to the bag, I'm committed nigga

I walk in the spot like, fuck you, pay me

We gettin' paid like we still in the 80s

I'm in the trap, still goin' crazy

I threw a pack back like I'm Brady

I keep my racks sealed like the Navy

Cause we makin' moves on the day

I took 200 losses, it ain't faze me

Pray to the dirty money, let it save me

She wanna jump in the back of the Bach, I told her maybe

I'm in the trap, got these numbers goin' crazy

Track one, track two, it made me

Track one, track two for payment

We from the floss and we makin' a statement

Hop in the stores, no traces

Everything foreign, I can't do basic

Remember days in and out of the cell

Nowadays blowing' smoke by the bail

We the niggas up and out of them banks

Got the bankers lookin' crazy

Bitches wantin' babies

Every dollar for the lawyer bet it save me

Press up, I do what's best under pressure

I cheffed a slip, it impressed her

I beat it down on the dresser

Stress her, she ripped me out of the techa

I want the nickels, the dimes, etceteras

Backpack blow it down by the plethora

Trey, Seven, forty-five for the food and the gas

Every day, nothing lesson

I walk in the spot like, fuck you, pay me

We gettin' paid like we still in the 80s

I'm in the trap, still goin' crazy

I threw a pack back like I'm Brady

I keep my racks sealed like the Navy

Cause we makin' moves on the daily

I took 200 losses, it ain't faze me

Pray to the dirty money, let it save me

She wanna jump in the back of the Bach, I told her maybe

I'm in the trap, got these numbers goin' crazy

Track one, track two, it made me

Track one, track two, for payment

We from the floss and we makin' a statement

Hop in the stores, no traces

Everything foreign, I can't do basic

I can't do basic Nigga