The Pay Songtext
von HS87

Who the plug?
These niggas be asking who the plug
HS87, nigga, that′s the plug

Bitch, I'm here for the pay
If you hating, get the fuck up out my face
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, I′m here for the pay
If you hating, get the fuck up out my face
Okay, okay, okay


I will never know why bitches fake
And I will never know why niggas hate
I'm riding through my town
You see that's B-Mac on the plates
Don′t mistake me for a lame
You know that I cannot relate
Fuck what you gotta say, I′m out here every day
Pockets straight, not too late
I'ma count more cake, now soufflé
Then I′m out your way, now let me
Show you how it's done, show you how it′s done
If you working month-to-month just to get enough
Then you know what's up, middle fingers up
Say that shit!

Bitch, I′m here for the pay
If you hating, get the fuck up out my face
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, I'm here for the pay
If you hating, get the fuck up out my face
Okay, okay, okay


G's up, O-Town
Firetruck, hoes down
You dusty ass bitches probably come from Broketown
Strutting out the bank, puffing on dank
I′m getting filthy rich, so my attitude stank
Picking up my best friend (Who?)
Benjamin Frank
I know dollars make cents, I ain′t even have to think
Forget about a hater, someone gotta do the job
Like the gum with that potato, this the motherfucking mob
This that Don Corleone
I better get my cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
Or send shots through your home
Call my goons on the phone
Speaking in code, no HTML
No pasta, just shells
Everything for sale
Got grams off that scale
Got fans sending that mail
I ride the wave like a sail
Can't you tell, ho?

Bitch, I′m here for the pay
If you hating, get the fuck up out my face
Okay, okay, okay
Bitch, I'm here for the pay
If you hating, get the fuck up out my face
Okay, okay, okay

That ching, ching, ching, ching
Don′t, don't, don′t stop
That ching, ching, ching, ching
Don't, don't, don′t stop
Bitch, I′m here for the pay
Get you head, boys, like this
He be vouching for me
While I count this money
Bitch, I'm here for the pay
Get you head, boys, like this
He be vouching for me
While I count this money

Everything for sale
Everything for sale
Everything for sale
Everything for sale