Don't Pay 4 It - DJ Khaled feat Wale, Tyga, Mack Maine, Kirko Bangz

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Man I'm too playa for that
Too many b_tches in the world right now
That'll f_ck around and pray for that
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
I don't pay for no p_ssy
I won't pay for no p_ssy
And I ain't buyin' no Gucci
Say I ain't trying to pay for it
I'm a motherf_cking G
And I should make these b_tches pay me
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Hell naw man I'm too throwed
N_ggas stay getting shows
Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes

[Verse 1: Wale]
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_tch, late
Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great
Turn a nine to a damn! 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 gon' kiss the ring but no wedding


[Verse 2: Tyga]
Clap that ass, b_tch, turn up
N_gga kill the p_ssy, call it murder
Swerve in the Murcielago
Me without a foreign car, man that's unheard of
In the Maybach, king with my feet up
Curtains drawn, b_tch scream when you see us
High give me lead up, work toward n_gga
2500 for the sneakers, dope ass n_gga, no beeper
I was 16 with a Beamer
Glock with the watch on Aquafina
N_ggas going, hyena
Getting p_ssy posted up at the deener
Now we pull up, post in Medinas
With light-skinned b_tch like Gina
Aston, Martin
Man I'm motherf_cking cold like Kesha
Stop signs, Simon says
We don't give a f_ck, we run them
Like Tommy Young, been barely men
Man broke n_ggas, we don't live with them
I don't f_ck around, I just f_ck her friends
Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
And a threesome with two twenty twins
I'm rich, b_tch


[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
(B_tch 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_ck you
Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus
Asian chicks, they adore us
I'm feeling like the n_gga on the chorus
(Got this drank in my cup
And I'm 'bout to roll up)
Man this b_tch talking too much, dawg
(I done came down, hold up)
Heard a n_gga say pimping was dead
I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like, "Nah, n_ggas you're scared"
Now go get you some bread
See it's...
(Money over b_tches, and bread over bed
Tell a b_tch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head)
Sh_t, one go to store for me
Got another one that's trying to ho for me
Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me
And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me


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