Pay Her lyrics

by

Richie Rich


[Chorus]
Back in the day, we ain't give a ho sh*t
Nowadays all these n*ggas do is trick
Pay her (Pay her), pay her (Pay her)
Pay her, what happened to the players? (Where they at?)
When I was comin' up, real macks said, "f*ck it"
Nowadays, y'all put the pus*y in the budget
Pay her (Pay her), pay her (Pay her)
Pay her, what happened to the players? Playa

[Verse 1]
I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget it
I ride Benzes and Porches, no Honda Civics
I will not pay for pus*y, that's a "no can do"
Because where I was raised, that's what no man do (Oakland)
I got a gang of b*tches and hoes galore
You might get a lot of pus*y, but for sure I get more
I'll give you a b*tch before I give you a blunt
'Cause I still get funky like "Female Funk"
What I look like, given her half my scratch?
Like she wrote my raps, I don't get down like that
I was born to mack, and I'ma die that way
I could give a motherf*ck if she died today
They say I'm one cold invividual (Individual)
They say that "Too $hort'll stomp down a ho" (Stomp her down, down)
b*tches know, they best not ask
Spend my cash, I'll put a foot in your ass
[Chorus]
Back in the day, we ain't give a ho sh*t
Nowadays all these n*ggas do is trick
Pay her (Pay her), pay her (Pay her)
Pay her, what happened to the players? (Where they at?)
When I was comin' up, real macks said, "f*ck it"
Nowadays, y'all put the pus*y in the budget
Pay her (Pay her), pay her (Pay her)
Pay her, what happened to the players? Playa

[Verse 2]
Am I supposed to feel guilty? (No)
Do these b*tches make me filthy?
Yeah, rich that is
I had a good night, my b*tch got tricks (Get it)
I ain't talkin' 'bout playin' games
Real pimp sh*t, I ain't sayin' names
We goin' straight to the top
I'm still pimpin', I tried to stop
I told my mama, "I won't pimp no more"
Then I took your b*tch, and I sent your ho
I thought about the promise I made
Lyin' to my momma 'bout how I got paid (Pimpin')
I told her my b*tches was singers
Signed to my label, I was crossin' my fingers
When I lied about my women
I didn't want to see her cry, but I can't stop pimpin' (b*tch)
[Chorus]
Back in the day, we ain't give a ho sh*t
Nowadays all these n*ggas do is trick
Pay her (Pay her), pay her (Pay her)
Pay her, what happened to the players? (What happened?)
When I was comin' up, real macks said, "f*ck it"
Nowadays, y'all put the pus*y in the budget
Pay her (Pay her), pay her (Pay her)
Pay her, what happened to the players? Playa

[Verse 3]
I always got stacks of hunds
My b*tch better make 20 racks a month (She better)
And when I got shows to do
I knock b*tches, and my hoes recruit
I need cash, I gotta have it
I love gettin' money, I can't kick the habit (I can't kick it)
I'm not hooked on drugs
But I hang out with a lotta crooks and thugs (From The Town)
I never sold dope
But I'd sell my b*tch to the pope
Ain't no hope (Can't save me), you can't save me momma
They won't stop, I get paid 'cause they wanna
Give daddy, all that dough
And if a trick mothaf*cka don't call my ho
She'll put two feet down on the pavement (On the pavement)
Or I'll drag her by the hair like a caveman (Like a caveman)
[Chorus]
Back in the day, we ain't give a ho sh*t
Nowadays all these n*ggas do is trick
Pay her (You better pay her), pay her (You better pay her)
Pay her, what happened to the players? (What happened to 'em?)
When I was comin' up, real macks said "f*ck it"
Nowadays, y'all put these hoes in the budget
Pay her (Pay that b*tch), pay her (Pay the b*tch)
Pay her, what happened to the players? Playa
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