FU Pay Me - Tech N9ne

FU Pay Me - Tech N9ne

  • Album: The Gates Mixed Plate

  • Year of release: 2010
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:59

Below is the lyrics of the song FU Pay Me , artist - Tech N9ne with translation

Lyrics " FU Pay Me "

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FU Pay Me

Tech N9ne

I’m lining up my X’s and O’s telling Nina let’s go nigga!

(Get that dough)

Kali Baby, we world wide now, tell your girl bye for now and

(FU Pay Me)

I’m looking for them checks next, looking for the exit, that’s it

FU got a wife, sister, mama and nephew with little Christopher

What the F you think I’m spittin' for?

I’m not living for the middle living the given is difficult

Gotta live it up but life is pitiful

A pedestal, I put myself on, nobody gave me a damn thing

Stealin' vans, different lands, we doin' the same thing

It’s time to pay the piper, freestyles for the cypher (Cypher)

Ain’t no volunteer, look how far we got here

I been in places that you never been

Colored money, get it Netherlands

I get around like a ceiling fan

I need my chips with dip or meet my pistol grip

Cause if I slip, nigga, Crystal will trip, baby!

And I see some ladies tonight

That should be havin' my baby

FU Pay Me!

(FU Pay Me)

I’m not doin' it for free, I’m doin' it for me, tell 'em again!

(FU Pay Me)

I’m not doin' it for fun, I’m doin' it for money, honey

(FU Pay Me)

That’s to get lots of matzah, that’s what we after

(FU Pay Me)

I’m want the Presidents to represent me like Obama

When have you known me not to have no cash?

(Think about it)

When have you seen me with a bitch that ain’t bad?

(Think about it)

See me in a color other than red?

(Think about it)

When have you heard about me talking to Feds?

(Think about it)

There’s two sides to every joke, a partner best believe

I know green thumb, niggas with them coca leaves (That's right)

You see the game ain’t the same, man, it’s reasonable doubt

Niggas falling off the chain when it’s a reasonable drought

In every hood, it’s a snitch nigga running his mouth

But I was smart, I took my stash, told my brothers I’m out

Hold up, back up, Via, Diaz

Bitch nigga’s envy, jealous, not us

Hand cuff, your bitch, she know, we rich

That’s why, your face she rots Disney

Script writer, only know how to ball

No rehearsal, niggas know we die alone

I’m still coming for that Absolute Power money

And I know they don’t really want to have a shoot shower for me

Especially when I’m in L.A., they lay like a hour from me

Let me stop cause here’s what makes the thing on gour yummy

And I eat that with a waffle, I regret I didn’t pop you

No respect I get hostile, checks you owe Tech his colossal

Many consecutive checks you kept I can stretch, that is awful

But I suggest you get it even if an address given, sex in a brothel

All that money must have left you lazy

Guess you took a couple more steps too crazy

We one hundred but take a guess who’s shady

With a handle did mantle man accept you lady?

I gee this really piss your nephew daily

And it’s serious now that cause Tech grew babies

Even if you say you send all that’s left to Haiti

FU Pay Me!

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