Lyrics NBA Youngboy – Pay Me

NBA Youngboy – Pay Me Lyrics
I don’t be outside like y”all
I’m only there if a bag’s involved
I rather stand in this [?] (Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
Gangsta Grillz

You’re stuck, quit that lame shit, get to yo’ galaxy
My suitors ain’t friendly, YoungBoy a [?] My foreigns ain’t ready, I got guns in ‘em
I secure the bid, 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, tell her, “Pay me” (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch because they paid me (Yeah)
I’m on, I’m on, let’s do it

Hundred racks, hundred racks, ran through it
Only given one chance, I blew it
I don’t wan’ be no man, I’m good
I know that they 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 on side real fast, he’ll drop some (Yeah)
Weak as ho ain’t got nothin’ (Yeah)
Strong ass nigga can’t hop somethin’
Number one on the [?] Comin’ out window, “Bu-du-du-du-du,” that’s the shots I’m sendin’
Yeah, I got that stick for to clear out the street
Fresher than ivory, movin’, I’m green
Study my stats, I’m BOP
Celine, Celine
We’ll see the lean, Codine
.30, that’ll cap [?] (Yeah)
No meet and greet, I’m in
Hold on the gas, Celine, Celine
That’s sippin’ lean, Codine
That’s all that I need
Never I’ll trip ‘bout a thing
He say that he family, I know he ain’t loyal to me
But, he fuck with them niggas, I’m guessin’ he think that they go harder than me
Galaxy, time of life, this the place to be
I got scars all on my body, but, I got McQueen all on my feet
I’m a new [?] I’m your highness, all hail YB
Nigga you a gangsta, always real
Don’t be fake like shit I see

Just tell ‘em, “Pay me” (Yeah)
I’m on my shit, don’t try to play me (Yeah)
Yo’ ho want dick, tell her, “Pay me” (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch because they paid me (Yeah)
I’m on, I’m on, 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 foolin’ 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 that the police probably close to the minute
Don’t give no fuck, they catchin’ that K
Put the burner up there and they changin’ they linen
Her body exotic
Slime in the Maybach Nawf like it got hydraulics
Hottie, thottie, lookin’ for narcotics
She wan’ take some Oxys, that’s a shame
G6 get her right, baby, comin’ right on top my plane
I can’t sleep at night, fucked up, I got money on my mind

Just tell ‘em, “Pay me” (Yeah)
I’m on my shit, don’t try to play me (Yeah)
Yo’ ho want dick, tell her, “Pay me” (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch because they paid me (Yeah)
I’m on, I’m on, let’s do it
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