Stunna 4 Vegas - Pay Me To Speak Lyrics

Mmm, hmm, mmm
Mmm, hmm, mmm
Mmm, hmm, mmm (bah)
Mmm, mmm (bah, bah)
(Get your bitch ass down) Grr, grr
(F*ck nigga, I'ma nail your bitch ass) Uh-huh

I make 'em pay me to speak
I won't even talk to for free
Uh, they say talk is cheap so I put diamonds on my teeth

Bitch, you would've thought my niggas was perverts
How my niggas creep drop the window let that choppa swang
That shit sound like a beat
Spot 'em pop 'em drop 'em

We make niggas bleed
My opps play hide and seek she love 4 come
Give that top to me, uh
Bitch, we ain't gotta do no talking hoe get on yo knees, uh

Nigga, I ain't gone do no arguing or no copping pleas
I'm Rae Rae's son a G
I crack a 4 and chuck the east
Won't the house without my heat

We smoking shit, no swisher sweets bitch
If it ain't my fye then it's th'em racks stuffed in my jeans
Yeah, I fill my cup with lean everybody eating on my team
I can tell you why these niggas hate bitch cause we get the pape

We been back to back in all the SRT's these 'lil niggas late
Jefe tote That ARP just like a baby drac (boop, boop, get down)
Taliban think he Z, be just might eat ya face
She let me paint her face she keeper

Super eater, FN on me sing just like Aliyah
Ayy, that's my opp stopper
Where ever we catch that nigga
That's where we leave 'em

These niggas Crime Stoppers
They wanna wolf on IG, but won't get even
Nigga come get active nigga, I ain't beefing on yo feed
I ain't wolfing on yo' status I'm tryna find out where they be

So we can do another one nasty
Swiss cheese the V, No paramedics
Th'em niggas play until we catch 'em it be "RIP"s and "Get betters"

I make 'em pay me to speak
I won't even talk for free
They say talk is cheap
So I put diamonds on my teeth
Nigga I ain't finna play with you
I'ma let my choppa speak

My opps play hide-n-seek
Catch that boy then hit delete
My bitch on fleek these niggas just wanna be like me
And live like me but they can't

Get 'em spanked these niggas ain't got chip like me
They ain't gone crank or get a nigga flipped like me
I ain't never got no gift for Father's Day but I got mini me's
Could get rid of my enemies but they ain't making noise

Them niggas baby boys ain't kids but we stay in toys
Nigga you ain't got no pape how you gone go to war
We sipping Quake, bitch
No pin or pape', no pad or pen (what?)

No iPhone, I can't write a chorus this shit off the top)
The top she come out her top like she on Jersey Shore
F*ck nigga sent a diss we want his life of course
Niggas trying to trick me out

My muthaf*ckin' spot but I gotta stay on course
We still on the bullshit nigga I need two or more
You ain't gone do that shit 100 percent
Then what you do it for? (Uh huh)
These diamonds hit like a boxer in the fourth
Round, nigga get gunned down then I go on tour

I make 'em pay me to speak
I won't even talk for free
They say talk is cheap
So I put diamonds on my teeth nigga
I ain't finna play with you I let my choppa speak

Ayy, Listen P we'll light yo shit up like a Christmas tree
We do a, "Shh" then switch the V
My opps play hide-n-seek
She give that top to me he ain't looking for me, he be dodging me
Uh, we get shit hot just like the Carter 3
I wake up, double coffee cup
But this the Wocky-key
Uh, this ain't no coffee
That nigga wolfin' on that 'Gram, that's where he lost me, uh
'Lil bro bring me his head it won't cost me nothing
'Cause I might be right there when we hopping out, dumping

(Ayy they get a nigga wacked they gone blame Stunna)