F$$K You Pay Me

Rent Money Recordz R.M.G Rent Money Gang It's still f*ck you pay me, ya feel me That's what it is homie, Fa-sho Tip Loc, Cacc at'em Bout to let these motherfuckers know what time it is, really though Roll with me homie, roll with me Let's ride Pass that drank, twist that smoke It's your motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine Bagging weed, will you pimp a few bitches, oh yes indeed Anything to help a young player succeed And to keep fillin' up my pocket with cheese So follow my lead and let's get this fed Or do you wanna be broke instead I'd rather be kicked back on my bed Count me some bread getting paralyzing head So follow my lead and let's get this fed Or do you wanna be broke instead I'd rather be kicked back on my bed Count me some bread getting paralyzing head So I'm tellin' you this, bitch, help us get rich Hit the fuckin' track, and let's break a few tricks Keep her ass in the kitchen on a mill ticket mission cookin' all white chickens Let's whip a few bricks, stack a few chips Take a few trips, marks wanna act up We'll waste a few clips, you fuckin' with Tip A major hood figure pimp It's money over bitches, keep chasin' that grip Can't fall, don't slip, keep stickin' to the script If I roll over, stroll, keep heat on my hip Got the chrome and it's on in the military zone Don't make me roam to your home and put the heat to your dome Watch his ass freeze, watch him at ease Watch how quick the bitch-ass nigga pay me I hate this motherfuckin' new millennium fake-ass Wanna be bad, carbon copy ass geez Homeboy, please, just sit when you pee You can mug in the club, but you'll never scare me I'm T.I.P. from Dub-C-C Long Beach, Westside and Memphis, Tennessee I'm a first-coast rider, Duval resider If your bitch is on my dick, watch me slide up inside her Have her payin' rent, I'm the Black Larry Flint The dick is not free, charge a yard per inch And that's some real-ass shit, nigga, ask your bitch She may never admit, Tip has already hit Already came, already saw Already filled up her mouth and her jaws, nigga Already beat, already smashed It's all about the money, first purse, ass last That's the motto of a pimp, don't break the rules to the game It's trickin' if you got it, nigga, you should be ashamed You motherfuckin' lame, phony-ass trick Always chase paper and never chase a bitch That's a real-playas code that I live by daily I'm still screamin' loud, f*ck you, bitch, pay me Ya dig, and that is As real as it gets, you feel me I hear these lame-ass niggas out here talkin' about It ain't trickin' if you got it Nigga, that's exactly what it is Trickin' because you got it, ya feel me Ayye, but keep spendin' your money, nigga You're probably payin' one or two of my bitches anyway, ya feel me You know what I be tellin' them Ayye, lil' mama, break these sucka-ass niggas, you feel me But you know what I be tellin' my bitches F*ck you, pay me I do mean daily I stay about my money Nigga, when I'm broke, I can't eat or sleep F*ck you, pay me I do mean daily It's all about that money, bitch Stay pacing', keep chasin' this rent money F*ck you, pay me Tiploc, tell'em, get you some money, mane Get you some money