Whoa, whoa, whoa Y'all niggas be broke as f*ck waiting on payday
You got the guy, we coming back You niggas stay there, see this girl, get tired
Of things same way Bitch, you wanna spend the night, man, that
Bitch crazy Bro, got the trap, you want beef, we want bag
Ain't tryna leave that nigga on the map
Waiting on payday, that's enough Never enough, always in red
But you still hit a club, make it all the bae in your head
Living paycheck to paycheck, send a link to me, that ain't me
Walk, walk I'm like, mom, I miss you
Wish I could really come get you Someone to hold on to
Ask this bitch for something you like You feeling like bumping, feeling real stupid
What about the loss, what about the mouse
Baby girl, turn the speaker up, let me see your hands up
Yeah, we need new girls, can I trust you still
Blame it on my phone, till the sun comes up
Anybody come dust, turn the lights off
Nigga, I'm smoking dope right now
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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Whoa, whoa, whoa Y'all niggas be broke as f*ck waiting on payday
You got the guy, we coming back You niggas stay there, see this girl, get tired
Of things same way Bitch, you wanna spend the night, man, that
Bitch crazy Bro, got the trap, you want beef, we want bag
Ain't tryna leave that nigga on the map
Waiting on payday, that's enough Never enough, always in red
But you still hit a club, make it all the bae in your head
Living paycheck to paycheck, send a link to me, that ain't me
Walk, walk I'm like, mom, I miss you
Wish I could really come get you Someone to hold on to
Ask this bitch for something you like You feeling like bumping, feeling real stupid
What about the loss, what about the mouse
Baby girl, turn the speaker up, let me see your hands up
Yeah, we need new girls, can I trust you still
Blame it on my phone, till the sun comes up
Anybody come dust, turn the lights off
Nigga, I'm smoking dope right now
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You got the guy, we coming back You niggas stay there, see this girl, get tired
Of things same way Bitch, you wanna spend the night, man, that
Bitch crazy Bro, got the trap, you want beef, we want bag
Ain't tryna leave that nigga on the map
Waiting on payday, that's enough Never enough, always in red
But you still hit a club, make it all the bae in your head
Living paycheck to paycheck, send a link to me, that ain't me
Walk, walk I'm like, mom, I miss you
Wish I could really come get you Someone to hold on to
Ask this bitch for something you like You feeling like bumping, feeling real stupid
What about the loss, what about the mouse
Baby girl, turn the speaker up, let me see your hands up
Yeah, we need new girls, can I trust you still
Blame it on my phone, till the sun comes up
Anybody come dust, turn the lights off
Nigga, I'm smoking dope right now
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Writer: johny star
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