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Yeah, Aye Catour fuck it up Verse 1 Gotta sit on this mic ‘cause I can’t keep my thoughts inside me And I keep them hoes at my spot like Michael Lowrey Got a bad lil bih from Paris, met her at the Eiffel Tower Bought 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 kid But 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 ear Shinin', they know I'm clear, behind me, they in the rear We kickin' pimpin' over here, no lame bitches over here Chorus I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid, on they face a lot of hate But 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 this money boy, I told him let's get paid homie I do this shit for gang gang, gave all of my niggas chains And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner All these nigga takin' swag, hell yeah the homie mad Come 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 credit But 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 rob She 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 involved She 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 come And 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 hate But 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 this Money boy, I told him let's get paid homie I do this shit for gang gang, gave all of my niggas chains And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner All these niggas takin' swag, hell yeah the homie mad Come 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