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payday - cartel bo lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, tez)
(keep it lowkey)

[verse 1]
ain’t no tellin’ how much money we gettin’ a day, but sh*t, we gon’ get up and see
why in the f*ck is probation still callin’ my phone? they talkin’ ’bout “get up and pee”
i don’t see the point of you callin’ my motherf*ckin’ phone if you tryna come out from thieves
everybody callin’ like they locked outside of they house, they tryna come get them ki’s
i ain’t f*ckin’ nothin’ out the city, i’m the brand new n*gga, i got the b*tch i believe
yeah, we went in for that pop, but the police just shot two motherf*ckers, ain’t even say freeze
lesson has it, i’m the pimp that’s walkin’ with the limp, the macaroni with the cheese
she just really wanna ride around with a crip, she want that cool money breeze
they gon’ be askin’ “what the f*ck happened to your lip?” you come up talkin’ sh*t to me (haha)
i just came over to f*ck the b*tch right to sleep, steal a box of cereal and leave
fell asleep in front of that house, you went right in your pockets and put your money in her weave
h*ll yeah, he got a bag to that bad b*tch, her p*ssy kinda got a squeeze (haha, yeah)

[chorus]
can he stop callin’ me cray*cray? (cray*cray, yeah)
i need my money on payday (on payday, oh yeah)
we gon’ need backup, mayday (mayday)
that lil’ b*tch got a bag, that’s bae, bae (yeah)
that lil’ b*tch got that ass, that’s bae, bae (hey)
better talk about cash, that’s pay, pay (pay, pay)
n*ggas broker than craig, that’s day*day (haha, day*day)
oh, i’m finna show my ass, it’s payday (yeah)
[verse 2]
did the race, won the heisman, tay*k (tay*k)
i don’t know if they told you, believe me (nah)
i’m a monster, historical creature (a creature)
n*gga comin’ too strong for you weaklings (you weaklings)
i’m the type to come take it and keep it (haha)
to finesse you, a play, gotta peep sh*t (peep sh*t)
we gon’ run up them racks in a sequence (hey)
hide that pack in her crack, on some freak sh*t (haha, yeah)
want me in? i know i got that deep d*ck (yeah)
you might score, but you ain’t got no defense (haha)
i’m the paper, the toilet, and the sh*t (and the sh*t)
n*ggas broke, while his pockets on weak sh*t (weak sh*t)
i jump right on your ass, i leap quick (i leap quick)
yeah, that money test drive, go deep, b*tch (go deep)
i can rewrite your life, n*ggas really rich (we really rich)
you don’t mind bein’ under that ceiling? (haha, yeah)

- cartel bo lyrics

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