F*ck Me Pay Me - Lebraa Deville

Don’t leave your man around me

He got the bands and he comin' home late (okay?)

I don’t get tired, Kevin Gates

(uh)

You knew what it was out the gate (uh)

I get the money, escape (skrt skrt)

All of you bitches gon' hat, yeah

Put ten for a date (facts)

Non of my jury is fake (no cap)

I get up early, never late (uh)

You bitches never ever straight

Rest for it (skrt skrt), chef in the kitchen

Ran up (tch tch), left in the kitchen

I done made a muhfuckin' mess in the kitchen

Thirty-six O’s, nothin' less in the kitchen (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Uh, no days off

These red bottoms, know what to pay for

All these niggas know what to stay on

You boyfriend got a muhfuckin' K- (K-)

Don’t save us, you don’t wanna be saved

Don’t follow up on me if you wanna be played

Nigga fuck me then I wanna be paid

I don’t give a fuck what a nigga gotta say (okay?)