Don't Pay 4 It

Wale

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    Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
    Man I'm too playa for that
    Too many bitches in the world right now
    That'll fuck around and pray for that
    Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
    I don't pay for no pussy
    I won't pay for no pussy
    And I ain't buyin' no Gucci
    Say I ain't trying to pay for it
    I'm a motherfucking G
    And I should make these bitches pay me
    Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
    Hell naw man I'm too throwed
    Niggas stay getting shows
    Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes

    Pay for that, not me, no hell
    Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out
    This is K.O.D., now they wait on me
    Cause if I do not arrive, there wouldn't be no show
    Wale, Wale
    Hear you talking, but I cannot stay
    Chicks evolve but I cannot stay
    I spit the raw, I leave a gay bitch, late
    Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great
    Turn a nine to a damn! without paying for the date
    Throw the bait, ain't no John
    You done broke the safe just to get those broads
    You been playing the Uno but you getting no drawers
    And I poke her face and let her hold no cards
    I ain't even tripping, or paying these women
    Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious
    And my sharp show is at 4: 15, can I use the rip in 5: 15
    Now I 62 cause I get the loot, and she's gon' kiss the ring but no wedding

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    Clap that ass, bitch, turn up
    Nigga kill the pussy, call it murder
    Swerve in the Murcielago
    Me without a foreign car, man that's unheard of
    In the Maybach, king with my feet up
    Curtains drawn, bitch scream when you see us
    High give me lead up, work toward nigga
    2500 for the sneakers, dope ass nigga, no beeper
    I was 16 with a Beamer
    Glock with the watch on Aquafina
    Niggas going, hyena
    Getting pussy posted up at the deener
    Now we pull up, post in Medinas
    With light-skinned bitch like Gina
    Aston, Martin
    Man I'm motherfucking cold like Kesha
    Stop signs, Simon says
    We don't give a fuck, we run them
    Like Tommy Young, been barely men
    Man broke niggas, we don't live with them
    I don't fuck around, I just fuck her friends
    Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
    And a threesome with two twenty twins
    I'm rich, bitch

    Trick what? Lace who?
    Baby girl, that ain't what Maine do
    Before I chase you, I replace you
    Before I break you off, I'm a break you
    Matter of fact, fuck you
    Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus
    Asian chicks, they adore us
    I'm feeling like the nigga on the chorus
    Got this drank in my cup
    And I'm 'bout to roll up
    Man this bitch talking too much, dawg
    I done came down, hold up
    Heard a nigga say pimping was dead
    I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like, "Nah, niggas you're scared"
    Now go get you some bread
    See it's...
    Money over bitches, and bread over bed
    Tell a bitch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head
    Shit
    Shit, one go to store for me
    Got another one that's trying to ho for me
    Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me
    And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me

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    Composición: Jermaine Jackson, Andrew Harr, Dj Khaled, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Olubowale Akintemehin y Kirko Bangz

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