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Don't Pay 4 It - DJ Khaled
Written by：J. Jackson
Say I ain't trying to pay for it

Man I'm too play a for that
Too many b**ches in the world right now
That'll f**k around and pray for that
Say I ain't trying to pay for it
I don't pay for no pu**y
I won't pay for no pu**y
And I ain't buying no Gucci
Say I ain't trying to pay for it
I'm a motherf**king g
And I should make these b**ches pay me

Say I ain't trying to pay for it
Hell naw man I'm too throwed
N**gas stay getting shows
Make a lot of money never trick to these h**s
Pay for that not me no hell
Y'all the one that bring the c notes out
This is k o d now they wait on me
Cause if I do not arrive there wouldn't be no show

Wale wale
Hear you talking but I cannot stay
Chicks evolve but I cannot stay
I spit the raw I leave a gay b**ch late
Turn your date to a lake turn your 8 to a great
Turn a nine to a d**n without paying for the date
Throw the bait ain't no john
You done broke the safe just to get those broads
You been playing the uno but you getting no drawers
And I poke her face and let her hold no cards
I ain't even tripping or paying these women
Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious
And my sharp show is at 4 15 can
I use the rip in 5 15
Now I 62 cause I get the loot and
She's gone kiss the ring but no wedding

Clap that a** b** ch turn up
N**ga kill the pu**y call it murder
Swerve in the murcielago
Me without a foreign car man that's unheard of

In the may bach king with my feet up
Curtains drawn b**ch scream when you see us
High give me lead up work toward n**ga
2500 for the sneakers dopest a** n**ga no beeper
I was 16 with a beamer
Glock with the watch on Aquinas
N**gas going hyena

Getting pu**y posted up at the diner
Now we pull up post in medians
With light skinned b**ch like Gina
Aston martin

Man I'm motherf**king cold like kesha
Stop signs Simon says

We don't give a f**k we run them
Like Tommy young been barely men
Man broke n**gas we don't live with them
I don't f** k around I just f** k her friends
Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
And a threesome with two twenty twins
I'm rich b**ch

B**ch I'm Mack ma I I I ine

Trick what lace who

Baby girl that ain't what Maine do
Before I chase you I replace you
Before I break you off I'm a break you
Matter of fact f**k you
Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus
Asian chicks they adore us
I'm feeling like the n**ga on the chorus
Got this drank in my cup
And I'm' bout to roll up
Man this b**ch talking too much dawg
I done came down hold up
Heard a n**ga say pimping was dead
I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like nah n**gas you're
Scared
Now go get you some bread
See it's
Money over b**ches and bread over bed

Tell a b** ch that I know khaled and she take it to the head
Sh* t
Sh* t one go to store for me
Got another one that's trying to ho for me
Hopefully she bring more h**s to me
And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me