Fredo Bang – Pay For It Lyrics

 

Pay For It Lyrics by Fredo Bang, Tee Grizzley & Soulja Slim

 

(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)

If I want him bad, I’ll pay for it
If I got the time, I’ll lay for him
I’m right with yo neighbors, I ain’t State Farm
If he ain’t tryna come outside, we gon’ wait for him
Ten grand, that’s what got your dog hit
Twenty grand, they bouncing off the wall with it
I want his head, I put a bag on it
Bitch, I’m at yo top, I put a bag on it

Duck your noodle from this chopstick
Silly ass n****, he tried running from a switch (Stupid)
Pull up on him like, “What’s poppin’?” (What’s poppin’?)
I just pulled up in a Benz, I left blood with a blick
I got rich, now, I got options (I got options)
I can do it myself or I can pay to get you hit, yeah (Pay to get you hit)
Comin’ just like Payton (Payton)
I’ma get you paid if you go through with the blitz (Ooh)
That chopper kickin’ like a black belt
If your boss man can’t get it done, he ain’t got no juice left (Bitch)
I say pull up serve him, fuck who there, yeah
I been steppin’ on these n*****, check out my two-step
(My two-step)

If I want him bad, I’ll pay for it
If I got the time, I’ll lay for him
I’m right with yo neighbors, I ain’t State Farm
If he ain’t tryna come outside, we gon’ wait for him
Ten grand, that’s what got your dog hit
Twenty grand, they bouncing off the wall with it
I want his head, I put a bag on it
Bitch, I’m at yo top, I put a bag on it

They know how I’m comin when it’s beef
(They know)
N***** callin’ in like please take this money off of me
(Fuck nah)
I got real tweakers who’ll kill whoever so don’t tweak
When y’all get home go get them n*****, postin ’em, sayin’ “RIP”
(Sayin’ “RIP”)
You know what lil’ bro n’em on when they be four deep in that Jeep (Yeah)
They don’t come outside until they get a lo and they go creep
(They on it)
Tell ’em keep the Striker running while y’all hoppin’ out on feet
(Come on)
Walk ’em down, head tap ’em, shit too easy, n*****’ sweet (Bitch)
I told Bang “Fuck a rental, still ah shhh, just stand on business”
Got the drop, we got the ups, that’s how they got left with them switches
Big G7, we can’t sign you, if it’s smoke then you ain’t spinning
I told bro stop getting active
Bitch you rich, go head and spend it, n****
(Drop a bag on ’em)

If I want him bad, I’ll pay for it
If I got the time, I’ll lay for him
I’m right with yo neighbors, I ain’t State Farm
If he ain’t tryna come outside, we gon’ wait for him
Ten grand, that’s what got your dog hit
Twenty grand, they bouncing off the wall with it
I want his head, I put a bag on it
Bitch, I’m at yo top, I put a bag on it