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PAY DAT!

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Oh you owe a nigga money, ho you better pay dat Oh you owe a nigga money ho you better pay dat DSG da winning team lil ho we where the pape at Hit my cash app or the Zelle if you wanna text back Niggas think they know me boy you knew me way back I ain't the same, up and let it bang, choppa bullet sang DSG, boy that be the gang, don't care what you claim Work this rod like it's Nagato, I could bring you pain Ghetty green, I get different type of green this romaine, my bitch Bad waist snatched, she a snack, I taste dat I might drop a couple racks it ain't nothin' for a mack I'm a fool with the game I might push up on dat Hit her from the back, Meek Mill I tell her take that Everybody that said fuck me wish they could take it back Only fuck with five-star shit but I don't know max, huh I had street dreams did that shit they said was NAC, slidin Like I laid down wax, now I'm puttin' shit on wax The only thing you can have faith in is yourself You're wrong, the only thing you can have faith in is money After all, they say that money talks wherever you go This bitch here a motor mouth, hit her once then kick her out Invite her to the telly, but the hoe won't never see my house She think that she gon' slime me behind a hoe I ain't goin' out Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I fuck my show em what my Wesson bout Say girl what you lyin' bout? Say that for your man Say girl what you cryin' bout? Say that for your man She like Candice Flynn why you worried bout my plans I'm on point like the head on Phineas you wouldn't understand Oh you owe a nigga money, ho you better pay dat Oh you owe a nigga money ho you better pay dat DSG da winning team lil ho we where the pape at Hit my cash app or the Zelle if you wanna text back Niggas think they know me boy you knew me way back I ain't the same, up and let it bang, choppa bullet sang DSG, boy that be the gang, don't care what you claim Work this rod like it's Nagato, I could bring you pain Ghetty green, I get different type of green this romaine, my bitch Bad waist snatched, she a snack, I taste dat I might drop a couple racks it ain't nothin' for a mack I'm a fool with the game I might push up on dat Hit her from the back, Meek Mill I tell her take that Hit her from the back, Meek Mill, I tell her take that Hit her from the back, Meek Mill, I tell her take that Hit her from the back, Meek Mill, I tell her take that Hit her from the back, Meek Mill, I tell her take that