Lyrical Breakdown of Pay Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pay Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I don't be outside like y'all
I'm only there if a bag's involved
I rather stay in this booth and let you hear me out ya speakers
(Ayy, Hardo cooked this one up)
(Gangsta Grillz)
You're stuck, quit that lame shit, get to yo' galaxy (oh yeah)
My suit is fitted, YoungBoy John Lennon
My foreigns ain't rented, I got guns in 'em
I secure the building, don't give a fuck 'bout who up in it
Just tell 'em, "Pay me," yeah
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me, yeah
Yo' ho want dick, come tell her, "Pay me," yeah
I'm in this bitch because they paid me, yeah
I'm on it, I'm on it, let's do it
Hundred racks, hundred racks, ran through it
Only given one chance, I blew it
I don't wan' me no man, I'm good
I know that he just wan' see how I do it
Bodies pull up in Balenciagas, I fuck up my 'hood, uh
Know that I run that money up, my truck inside my hood, uh
Stolo, this a runner up, inside with stolen goods
Put him up, put him up, hit him with the Glock, young nigga
Lame ass boy better not try nothin'
Okay, okay, flood the whole block, young nigga
Tell him, "Hit the phone," he ain't got nothin' with him
What you gon' do? Big B, he pullin' up with it
Come outside real fast, he'll drop some (yeah)
Weak as ho ain't got nothin' (yeah)
Strong ass nigga, yeah, hot somethin'
Number one, uno, I come out window
"Bu-du-du-du-du," I done shot somethin', yeah
I got that stick for to clear out the street
Fresher than ivory, movin' in spring
Study my death, I'm BOP, Celine, Celine, we'll see the lean, Codeine
Thirty somethin' cash her ring
Yeah, no meet and greet, I'm mean
Hold on again, Celine, Celine, that's sippin' that lean, Codine
That's all that I need, never I'll trip 'bout a thing
He say he my family, I know he ain't loyal to me
But, he fuck with them niggas, I'm guessin' he think they go harder than me
Galaxy, time of life, this the place to be
I got scars all on my body, but got McQueen all on my feet
I'm the new Emperor, Gru, Kuzco, I'm your highness, all hail YB
Nigga you a gangsta, always real, don't be fake like shit I see
They gon' pay me, yeah
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me, yeah
Yo' ho want dick, come tell her, "Pay me," yeah
I'm in this bitch because they paid me, yeah
I'm on it, I'm on it, let's do it
From the back get to grippin', get to it
When she told me, "Go harder," I did it
I ain't fallin' around with these lames
I'm with the realest young niggas up in it
I'm with the youngins that shoot up the city
And they know the police probably closer than a minute
Don't give no fuck, they be catchin' that case
Put the burner up there and they changin' they linen
Her body exotic
Slime in the Maybach miles like it got hydraulics
Hottie thottie, lookin' for narcotics
She wan' take some Oxys, that's a shame
G6 get her right, baby, comin' ride on top my plane
I can't sleep at night, fucked up, I got money on my mind
They gon' pay me, yeah
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me, yeah
Yo' ho want dick, come tell her, "Pay me," yeah
I'm in this bitch because they paid me, yeah
I'm on it, I'm on it, let's do it