Pay Me lyrics

[Chorus: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a b*tch that can pull me a b*tch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain't scared of this sh*t
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular b*tch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who's the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci's operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but b*tch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I'm in persute of a new prostitute

[Chorus: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making n*gga
Break a b*tch, on some pimp sh*t, call me a pimp b*tch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my sh*ts in tackt, b*tch
I say these b*tches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you n*ggas a lil something bout me
I'm well trained, I'm off the chain, n*gga, I ain't ?

[Chorus: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some b*tches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My n*gga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, f*ck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some b*tches need X, but my pus*y be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I'm a poetic pimp
VIP type b*tch, I strut, f*ck a limp
n*ggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I'm straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo di*k, when I'm turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My n*gga, all for the love of the straight drop clique
[Chorus: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, b*tch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you