[Intro]
It's the Boy
It's payday, fellas
I said it's fucking payday, motherfuckers

[Verse 1]
I really had shit to sell
Anything under a 8th shouldn’t hit the scale
I fuck that bitch, and you fuck that bitch too
This shit between us, we don’t kiss and tell
Had a little run with a bitch, I took it and learned
No feelings, I wish her well
I can tell she got a yeast
She got out the shower, came out and it still had a smell
I’m the n***a with the ticket so if I’m with n***as, just know that they packing
N***as is cool with saying they hot boys, when the fuck that shit happen?
Bitch, I'm the captain
If n***as want action then we let it pill like a aspirin
Nut on her ass, I was snapping
Wait, let me get to a napkin
I am on top with the spitters
For 40, she topping my n***a
She get the 20 before, the other 20 when she finish
Duce hitting while she licking the balls, no she didn’t (Oh no she didn’t)
This shit is different and she consistent
[Hook]
When have these bitches been close friends
Seems like I’m always in close friends
I shot my shot then I got a call
They telling me I’m in her close friends
I got the call from her close friend
Whole time I’m fucking her close friend
I’m so tired of these close friends

[Verse 2]
They say a shooter shoot
Slick on her waist like hula hoop
She do whatever I say, that's what the henny and hookah do
The hookah do, uh, that’s my jigga boo
The hookah do, that’s what the henny and hookah do
I really had shit to sell
Anything under a 8th shouldn’t hit the scale
I fuck that bitch, and you fuck that bitch too
This shit between us, we don’t kiss and tell
Had a little run with a bitch, I took it and learned
No feelings, I wish her well
I can tell she got a yeast
She got out the shower, came out and it still had a smell
Shoutout my guy, he the filmer
We got shit in the tuck ready for winter
She getting too hot, simmer
She in the way like a blister
Touching the floor like it’s twister
Don’t say my name, call me mister
Fuck on that bitch in November
By December I’m fucking her sister
Strapping up with the latex, I do not want to get that late text
I rather hit that bitch raw dog
I do not fuck wit the safe sex
I do not fuck wit the safe sex
Life on the line, my n***a, I take bets
Walk out the crib feeling different
Now everybody want a picture
She get 3 stripes like a pitcher
After that, Imma dismiss her
If it’s good, she get more than 40
Shit I might as well tip her
After this we are not chilling
You can go back to your n***a
[Outro]
Bye bye you can go back to your n***a
It's payday fellas
I said it's fucking payday, motherfuckers