Post Saint Clair - Payday (feat. Philo Worldwide) Lyrics

Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Yeah
Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo
Whoo whoo whoo whoo
Im in Atlanta sippin Wawa
Baby took her top off
Yeah we on the way but first i gotta drop the top off
Passin through the A i made a play and then i ran off
I'm bookin to the Bay that's where the pack is gon get dropped off
Imma put a baby in your baby mama
Imma run a train on her
Load her like a glock, Imma bang on her
Yes you payin child support but your lil boy aint playin sports
He's eatin off the streets, his mama payin for the D
I got my rent paid when she took me on a vacay to the spot
Thought she had the dick on lock I had to put her on the spot
Said she wants to keep me close, she might just wanna tie the knot
I said nah
Took her wallet and she ain't callin the cops
I got a payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today
A payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today
A payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today
A payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today
She wanna f*ck me
For some money
Fifties and Hundreds
A bunny
The way she love it
She wanna bump it
Get down, now I got her runnin
We up to something
We rollin
The bottle folded
Im on the Folgers
Im up bitch
I got em geekin
Up for the weekend
We peakin
Got em comin back, got em fienin
I got a payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today
A payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today
A payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today
A payday
I got a payday
I made some bread today