Young Joc Ft. Sunny Valentine Fuck U Pay Me Lyrics

Ridin to the hood
Yea, I got that good
In the back of the 'lac and this
f___ you, pay me

A hot 16 if you kno what I mean
Just holla at my guys kno me
f___ you, pay me

To my hoes in the club
If they aint showin luv
Put ya finga in his face and tell em
f___ You, Pay me

If you all about them dollas
Then let me hear you holla
Candy paint the Impala n____
f___ you, pay me

Verse 1:
They call me laffy taffy
This aint no bubble gum
I'm a real n____
And this a trap song
If your girl choose
Let her do her thing
Said that on another song
And aint s___ changed
When you peep the swag
Tell me what you see
Grade A hustla
Certified G
And yea I Joc
Get's all the honey's
Playboy bunnies, murda mummies
Those the ones you get the money
Yeah I kno you see it
And if u choose the hate
Then pimpin so be it
Joc of all trades
101 different hustle
Just to get paid
I love you lady face
So when you kiss her
How I taste
Did I strike nerve
Oops my bad
Gon kick back
Roll a bag
Take a drag
And if she show me luv
Then pimp she aint yearns
Oh, what yo as n____
Let it burn

Ridin to the hood
Yea, I got that good
In the back of the 'lac and this
f___ you, pay me

A hot 16 if you kno what I mean
Just holla at my guys kno me
f___ you, pay me

To my hoes in the club
If they aint showin luv
Put ya finga in his face and tell em
f___ You, Pay me

If you all about them dollas
Then let me hear you holla
Candy paint the Impala n____
f___ you, pay me

Verse 2:
What it do lil n____
I'm tryna get paid
Watch Sunny hit the set
In his new escalade
I got it made
Plasma screen in my car
And I'm jammin on some screw
Purple drink in my jar M-16
f___ the law and them hatas
Us Northside n____s rock black
Like the raiders
Got pounds at my b____ crib
Always countin stacks
Only I kno where she live
Aint no gettin jack
At the club acting baad
Neva had a daad
Pourin out liquor for my lil n____ Chad
Fake f___ n____z get dealt with quick
d___ something stink
Sunny V he the s___
Commity thats the clique
f___ you, pay me we rich
Over the sky in helicopters
Baby we rich
I wish a n____ would
Yea its all good
I got gators in the pool
In the middle of the hood

Ridin to the hood
Yea, I got that good
In the back of the 'lac and this
f___ you, pay me

A hot 16 if you kno what I mean
Just holla at my guys kno me
f___ you, pay me

To my hoes in the club
If they aint showin luv
Put ya finga in his face and tell em
f___ You, Pay me

If you all about them dollas
Then let me hear you holla
Candy paint the Impala n____
f___ you, pay me

Verse 3:
Brand new J's on my feet
What these p____ n____s
Think they kno bout me
Mister Isty Meige
I'm cold wit a fever
My mind complex
Baby gurl I might leave you
With your eye contact
Hit my sweet two times
Pass i puff thrax
Gurl we some wise guys
Me and Joc on the track
Sunny V he the sauce
Hit the block just to floss
Got an 87 flee 7 coats
Extra gloss lookin mean
One the scene so clean
I'm a kill em
It's a new epidemic
Bird Flu, I'm a kill em
Wipe yo feet on my flo mats
I'm talkin picture perfect moments
Made for Kodak
All that bullshit gotta stop
Betta kno that I bought a mini 14 throwback
U can hit me on my phone
And if I dont answer
I'm proly somewhere
Stickin d___ in a dancer

Ridin to the hood
Yea, I got that good
In the back of the 'lac and this
f___ you, pay me

A hot 16 if you kno what I mean
Just holla at my guys kno me
f___ you, pay me

To my hoes in the club
If they aint showin luv
Put ya finga in his face and tell em
f___ You, Pay me

If you all about them dollas
Then let me hear you holla
Candy paint the Impala n____
f___ you, pay me