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[Hook]
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up

[Verse 1: Rapsody & Heather Victoria]
Big money on ya’ visa
Only way you get her, only way she won’t leave ya
She said, "How much you think it cost for this weave, huh?"
You like the way it look? Well baby, it’s gon’ cost some
Spoiled, look good, she like real leather
She like exotic trips, good weather
All you got to offer is to love her better, better than the rest
I told her, "You ain’t need a dime to be better than the best"
Thought it would impress, picked her a bouquet
She only want new boots like Beyonce
She like I got dreams that’ll one day pay
She looking at you like "Baby, I ain’t got time to waste"

[Hook]
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up

[Pre-Chorus]
He bought her tulips, roses, daffodils
She’s money hungry, but he can’t pay her bill
She want new dresses, hair-do
New high heels
She money hungry, but he can’t pay her bill
Pay up

[Chorus: Heather Victoria]
It’s the money that she loves, loves, loves
But, he ain’t got enough, ‘nough, ‘nough
She bought him flowers
Picked some flowers from the yard, yard, yard
She bought him flowers
But, that won’t win her heart, heart, heart
Pay up

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
He just wanna lay up in yo’ place
Livin’ off yo’ income, chillin’ all day
Borrowed her the car and bring it back on low tank
With his homeboys’ homeboys playing 2k
You his come-up, he don’t wanna come up
That’s why he preying on independent women
Grocery list, and all the bills is paid
He on the family plans, so all the calls is made, yeah
Most of those go to others
Tryna make you feel bad saying you don’t love him
Buy him new Js, whips, and threads
He always got excuses, on Polo bids like pay up
Ain’t no family plans
You was tryna help a man become a man
Thought your love one day would help him grow up
But, he just want a baby girl that he know can

[Hook]
Pay up
Pay out
Pay up
Pay out

[Bridge: Rapsody]
She bought him flowers
She bought him flowers
She gave him flowers
Roses red, violets blue
All he know is that he love you girl
She bought him flowers
Roses red, violets blue
All I know is that she love you boy
Pay up

[Chorus: Heather Victoria]
It’s that money that he love, love, love
But, she ain’t got enough, ‘nough, ‘nough
She picked some flowers from the yard, yard, yard
She bought the flowers
But, that won’t win his heart, heart, heart
Pay up

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 1]
I was in Atlanta
She was 19
I was only 20
She was tryna scheme
She had nightmares
Me I had dreams
She had wants
Me I had needs
I don’t like to chill
Yeah I like to fuck
I don’t pop pills
Yeah I get drunk
Just throw it back
TBT
Every Sunday like CCD
You knew me back when
Before the back-ends
I made your back bend
Ooh
Now there’s a husband
But you don’t fuck him
Cause you don’t love him
Ooh

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 2]
Its been four long years since I seen you
Wouldn’t wanna be you
Its been four long years since I left you
But I ain’t forget you
So you pull up on me cause I say so
You still broke I’m paid though
Downtown buckhead bad latina from the block like J-Lo
All my chips got Queso
Yeah I’m tryna rub it in
Whole lotta money been comin’ in
Im’a come up I don’t know if you should come again

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

I’m just a broken instrument in the hands of the Greatest
So if the notes are off it’s ‘cause I ain’t nothin’ to play with
And you can fault me, but ain’t we all off key
Majorin’ in the minors like there ain’t no errors behind us
Somehow he still makes these melodies with my felonies
I ain’t buyin’ nothin’ they sellin’ me what you tellin’ me
Broken pieces actin’ like we ain’t cracked
Man we all messed up and cain’t no one escape that
We some broken people
Came from broken homes
Broken hearts inside of a broken soul
Alcoholics, the addicts
English, African, Arabs
Ain’t no riches to fix it
You still broke when you have it
If you ain’t breakin’ bad and you still chasin’ the habit
It ain’t no wonderland so we still chasing the rabbit
Ain’t a soul on the planet
That’s better than another
And we all need grace in the face of each other

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

From Heaven we all small
Can’t nobody buy tickets
You better have will call
That reaper he will call
They hurt just like me
Work just like me
Lust of the flesh the pride of life they flirt with like me
Regardless of our money we all broke together
And if we don’t swallow our pride we gon choke together
Tryna hold onto our lives with these clumsy hands
Fell off the wall of purity
Doing that Humpty dance
Forget the king’s horses
Forget the king’s men
The King is coming to put us back together again
Been fighting since my daddy left
Fighting for approval
Think I don’t know tryna get this world to love me is futile
We Tyler Durden won’t be the burden of being less
Than what we were made to be like being what they suggest
We are outsiders, outliers
Out cry is loud, the meek inherit the earth
And God opposes the proud

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
Your presence in me
Is all the strength that I need
And I’ll always be home
And I’ll always be home

All the pieces on the ground
I shattered all the dreams I thought I found
Can you put me back together?
I need your grace for my flaws
God I’m broken in this mess I’ve made
I need you to restore me

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

You never left me
You never ran off
You never gave up

[Intro]
Say what
Huh
Say what
Say what
Yeen talkin bout no paper?
Let’s roll then

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

[Verse: 1]
Trynna get these stacks, nigga
Gotta watch them rat niggas
Better keep ya strap nigga
Go to church or clap niggas
I don’t fuck with rap niggas
I know real trap niggas
Bitch be like I’m that nigga
Skinny nigga, pockets bigger
I just flexed up on a hoe
She thought I was broke
I told her money funny
Then she thought I was a joke
Let me call Julio
Feel like smokin out the bowl
Ran a train
She like to smoke
Kick that thot hoe out the room

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

[Verse: 2]
Any nigga want to play
Super soak him
We gone spray
We gone clap, a bay bay
Money hungry, say my grace
I be [?] while they hate
[?] before I face him
Never worry bout no haters
Boy you better get some paper
Rollie tell the time
But I can’t give a bitch a minute
We got shooters
Bitch we hittas
I wanna getcha
They gone getcha
I just want the scrilla
[?] these niggas
The money, we got plenty
Yeah, bitches we got plenty

[Hook]
Money talks
Nigga, what you gotta say
I’m on the come up
Nigga, every night and day
Fuck that Breitling
I want a Rollie Day-Date
Fuck a job
I’m smokin gas like Day-Day
Handgun, banana clip
I go ape
I can’t fuck with that boy
Cause he a snake
You want beef
This shit cost
Just like steak
Anyway, any day
I’ma get it everyday

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up