Don't Pay 4 It lyrics


Featuring Wale, Tyga, Mack Maine & Kirko Bangz

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Man I'm too playa for that
Too many b*tches in the world right now
That'll f*ck around and pray for that
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
I don't pay for no pussy
I won't pay for no pussy
And I ain't buyin' no Gucci
Say I ain't trying to pay for it
I'm a motherf*cking G
And I should make these b*tches pay me
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Hell naw man I'm too throwed
N*ggas stay getting shows
Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes

[Verse 1: Wale]
Pay for that, not me, no hell
Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out
This is K.O.D., now they wait on me
Cause if I do not arrive, there wouldn't be no show
Wale, Wale
Hear you talking, but I cannot stay
(?) but I cannot stay
I spit the raw, I leave a gay b*tch, late
Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great
Turn a nine to a damn! without paying for the date
Throw the bait, ain't no (?)
You done broke the safe just to get those broads
You been playing the Uno but you getting no drawers
And I poke her face and let her hold no cards
I ain't even tripping, or paying these women
Got plenty fish in that ocean and my ride game is so vicious
And my (?) is 450, can I used the whip to 550
Now I 62 cause I get the loot, and she's gon' kiss the ring but no wedding

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Clap that ass, b*tch, turn up
N*gga kill the pussy, call it murder
Swerve in the Murcielago
Me without a foreign car, man that's unheard of
In the Maybach, king with my feet up
Curtains drawn, b*tch scream when you see us
(?)
2500 for the sneakers, dope ass n*gga, no beeper
I was 16 with a Beamer
Glock with the watch on Aquafina
N*ggas going, hyena
Getting pussy posted up at the deener
Now we pull up, post in Medinas
With a light-skinned b*tch like Gina
Aston, Martin
Man I'm motherf*cking cold like Kesha
Stop signs, Simon says
We don't give a f*ck, we run them
Like Tommy Young, been barely men
Man broke n*ggas, we don't live with them
I don't f*ck around, I just f*ck her friends
Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
And a threesome with two twenty twins
I'm rich, b*tch

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
(B*tch I'm Mack Ma-i-i-i-ine)
Trick what? Lace who?
Baby girl, that ain't what Maine do
Before I chase you, I replace you
Before I break you off, I'ma break you
Matter of fact, f*ck you
Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus
Asian chicks, they adore us
I'm feeling like the n*gga on the chorus
(Got this drank in my cup
And I'm 'bout to roll up)
Man this b*tch talking too much, dawg
(I done came down, hold up)
Heard a n*gga say pimping was dead
I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like,
"Nah, n*ggas you're scared"
Now go get you some bread
See it's...
(Money over b*tches, and bread over bed
Tell a b*tch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head)
Sh*t, one go to store for me
Got another one that's trying to ho for me
Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me
And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

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