Zek - PAGAN Lyrics

Ay, yeah, Zek
Raw Fella what it do uh-huh
Let me turn up one time
Look, I ain't getting any younger, so you know I need that fast money
Drop a hundred bags, bad bitch gon' count the cash
They gon' talk that real shit, then gon' act funny

I be laughing to the bank, tell me, is that funny
I ain't get a check this week, but got a check still
Tapping for the Za, walk away with the best deal
Chilling with a vibe, it's a vibe, no X pill

Tell him, look alive, I know it's right, but I go left still
Ay, and we looking for investors
So they just cap my name, ring bells like a jester
The way I just walk, I don't talk, it impressed her

Threw the extra, had to thank her for the gesture
She a baddie and she know that I could bless her
Baby bless you
I'm a big boy and she want me to compress her

Need some neck first, told my boy to send me something to turn up to
I'ma murder that, open 24 like McDonald's, trapped with Dirty Macs
Missed the first time, we gon' f*ck around and double back
Four by four, bro gon' pull up sliding Duramax

Told myself I'll turn my life around and I ain't turning back
Zek ain't talking money man, I know you never heard of that
And we make it look so easy, one phone call
Tell him, call me when you need me

Ay, déjame decirte en español
Es mi merca, es mi control
Y me pagan como actor, ay
Cien bolas, las pelotas de fútbol

Se reparten sin amor, a ti te dan inocitol
Ay, todo el día trabajando en el sol
Burritos de frijol, dos caguamas, marca sol
Ay, a mí me dicen el profesor

Salga de la cocina si no le gusta el calor
Ay
Bro, you looking at a boss
I done took a hundred losses

Why they never took a loss
Plug me in if I start writing it
It'll cost
Middle finger to the laws
Take a picture, let me pause

Hold on, let me cook
I don't even need a hook
Life of a crook
I could probably write a book

You'd be shook
All those risks that we took
Come in plain floss
And all that shit you gon' get took

Pop out in Texas like what it do, mane
Every time I send a box to Atlanta
I could buy two chains
Tryna turn this Mustang into a Mulsanne

Whatever I cop, man, black Bruce Wayne
Bitches change, homies change
But they loose change
He plain, he plain

But they too plain, too lame
Two Faygos, I need two lanes
And another nine like T-Lanes
Pusimos el dinero primero

Armas segundo y las Barbies tercero
En Los Angeles comprando vuelos
Siempre humilde, vinimos de cero
Conocimos unos compas ladrilleros

Un nueve no me alcanza, ocupaba uno entero
La calle está caliente, no hay bomberos
Aquí no hay amigos, compa, puro pistolero