Fuk U Pay Me - 2 Chainz, Young Dolph

Still driving these bitches crazy

Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me

She asked can she hit the weed, I said «That's ok with me»

But I’m still screaming «Fuk u pay me»

Fuk u pay me (x6)

I ain’t be feeling like doing shit but counting paper lately

All of my bitches be wanting to have threesomes lately

I’m in the back of the back when I back out

Wrapped like a man inside of a crack house

Everybody know I’m a fashionista

Trap jumping up like Stackhouse

Everybody know what that’s about

Swag up to my forehead, Miami from a day

Drinking lean on a moped

Inner shake down for some romance

Look me in the eyes like a grown man

Seen a girl from high school

Busting moves on a pole dance

Southside Atlanta shit

Might boss the world with some counterfeits

Tell a nigga it’s sold out, killed the game #PaulBearer

I ain’t packing for some more there

Long money, long hair

Long nose, leave you long gone

Stretch you out like a lawn chair

Fuk u pay me, kick your shit like Solange there

Comfortable like Hermès, drive a ho crazy #AirBags

You owe me mula, where’s my guala?

You ain’t got it?

We got problems

Got to send my partner them shotters

I mean them shooters

In the club ordering bottles, strictly for the models

Throw a band’s worth of Versace, get on one side on my closet

Fuck the shit out of little mama and drive her Looney Tunes

Play with me, I’ll introduce you to the Gooney Tunes

These niggas trash, sweep them up, I need a broom

The bitch’s nigga she ditched on us and then met me out the room

Showed up in that trench coat, caught butt naked like Robin Givens

Sexy pretty ass ghetto bitch straight from out Memphis

Scream out that droptop: «Fuk u pay me»

You better keep that Glock out, boy you know these streets shaded

Where the fuck you’ve been lately?