[Intro]Yeah, AyeCatour fuck it up[Verse 1]Gotta sit on this mic ‘cause I can’t keep my thoughts inside meAnd I keep them hoes at my spot like Michael LowreyGot a bad lil bih from Paris, met her at the Eiffel TowerBought a brand new watch for my birthday but I ain’t put no ice around it (no no)I can’t change the person I am baby but I can change the way that I live (rich homie)And if a thing happened for a reason, baby I can’t change nothing I did (uh uh)If I could change anything baby, wouldn't've made you never aborted that kidBut I did and it’s on my mind still (I'm sorry baby)I been tryna find a way to forgive (tryna find a way)You want diamonds off in my earShinin', they know I'm clear, behind me, they in the rearWe kickin' pimpin' over here, no lame bitches over here[Chorus]I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid, on they face a lot of hateBut I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'Me and my buddy hit a lick last week, we had to split itAll this money boy, I told him let's get paid homieI do this shit for gang gang, gave all of my niggas chainsAnd right now I swear I feel just like a slave ownerAll these nigga takin' swag, hell yeah the homie madCome to think about it, they ain't ever pay homage[Verse 2]I put a lot these niggas on and I still ain't got my creditBut I ain't mad though (nah) 'cause I could've been mad broke (yeah)I watch my momma work a double just to feed all her kids 'cause that bag slow (she got like three of em)Gotta make that cash flow (I love you momma)But I couldn't let my momma struggle, so I got me a job (nah nigga)But she ain't know my job require a gun 'cause I robShe ain't ever understand what was back in the kitchen, residue on the floors (I was hustlin')She ain't know about the shootout in her truck (fa-fa-fa), until I was involvedShe ain't know about the co-defendant I had, kept it one hundred took the charge (I didn't take shit)You the only one put somethin' on my books when I was in jail and I starved (when I was locked up)Cut from a different cloth, I'm as rare as they comeAnd I'ma keep ballin' on these bitches like my hair is gone (rich homie baby)[Chorus]I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid, on they face a lot of hateBut I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'Me and my buddy hit a lick last week, we had to split it all thisMoney boy, I told him let's get paid homieI do this shit for gang gang, gave all of my niggas chainsAnd right now I swear I feel just like a slave ownerAll these niggas takin' swag, hell yeah the homie madCome to think about it they ain't never paid homage[Outro]At this point, yeen got to bro, haha nahmsayin, I watch myself put you niggas on, ya feel me, so at this point I'm dead nigga, homie
