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Jackboy & Rylo Rodriguez - F**k You Pay Me (Paper Chasin') (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackboy
Jackboy
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pierre Delince
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Tntxd
Producer
Tom French
Tom French
Producer
JB
JB
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me I'm a project baby [?] You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement Bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em If that nigga caught be talking crazy, I come erase him [?] if you really go chase it Pray my dawg gon' catch a body, he's a grim reaper Pull up dumpin' on anybody with the streetsweeper Dropped out of school but I'm still making more than my teachers Made a hundred K in a week, I think I should go and teach her I grab the mic then catch the holy ghost, baby, I'm a street preacher And bitch, I got a family, ain't no deals on none of my features But I made a K by myself, I can't cut a check with no hater [?] in the end I'm just gon' leave 'em [?] I can't let up on my grind Knowin' damn well if I told I love her I was fuckin' lying I made up for a year and I made seven figures Put the bread on your heads, I don't fuck with none of you niggas So don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public I ain't friendly and ain't shit sweet, bitch, I'm from the ugly Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me I'm a project baby [?] You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement Bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em Project baby, only thing changed was show times I'm serious I might dry my Amiris on the clothelines They don't let me inside the club with this gun I'll do my show in the parking lot [?] Spend them racks with all my jewerly on, I post up in here I bought a mini Draco, it's all-black, I took off in the whip I lost my racks so don't leave me Peep it, when I pull up, demon Still be Section 8 dreamin These hoes'll fuck your opps, these hoes'll fuck your brothers Been sleeping on the floor 'cause I hate undercovers 'Cause on my block we don't rock with no cops And if we got locked up like wrestlemania Glock with a switch, all you gotta do is aim it him Out the gate she want some mm-mm Oh, you one of those Same nigga with a booster seat sent slides with other clothes I know several hoes who'll trill with you just to drug you I know jackboys who'll rob you and say they love you Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me I'm a project baby [?] You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement Bitches gon' try and play a nigga when you out here paper chasing Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase 'em
Writer(s): Pierre Delince, Ryan Adams, Thomas Horton, Justin R. Bradbury, Thomas French Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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