C Swiss - Payday

Finna get all of this money like it’s a Thursday yea
Ahead by a mile I’m in first place yea
I hope all my haters fall in the worse way yea
Talkin all that shit get the fuck out my face
Bitch I’m healthy so I gotta get this green aye
Feeling stealthy John Cena no u can’t see me aye
Getting wealthy off a mic feel like I’m Jim Carrey aye
Do this magically wave my wand like I’m Harry aye
Hit it out the park like Barry bonds
Dripping too wet finna jump in a pond
Big daddy Swiss all these niggas my sons
Yea rapping easy I do this for fun
Hold up wait a second don’t jump the gun
You niggas are softer than a honeybun
Claimin' u really bout it then u run
Rapper turned snitch now ur time is done
I’m lifting these bars like a gym membership
Undefeated won the championship
Broke forever now I’m getting it quick
Trees fall I ride around with a stick
Not in jail but my bars are legit
Stay on my grind never callin' it quits
If I’m not the best show me who is
Got on 2 chains watch out lil bitch
My shot never misses I’m feeling like Klay
I’m the best that’s up next coming out of my state
If u thought u were better you made a mistake
I’m taken them chances not playing it safe
Reminiscing fixin' my bicycle chaino
Now I’m pitchin' rhythms so I can get paid
If he snitchin' hit the top of his brain
You making that bed it’s a must that you lay
Finna get all of this money like it’s a Thursday yea
Ahead by a mile I’m in first place yea
I hope all my haters fall in the worse way yea
Talkin all that shit get the fuck out my face
Run up on you niggas better stop like an octagon
Wake up in the morning put a pot of Folgers coffee on
Surprise you with these disses hitting play put kamikaze on
Diarrhea on the game yea yea got a diaper on
Shittin like it’s fun
Slick like the Fonz
Killing rats like I’m Tom
Pass the baton
Yea u better run
Dunking like LeBron
Hate being sober
Pass the patron
Just started
Yea I’ve just begun
Yea I’ve just begun
I’m telling u niggas that c Swiss is here
I promise my brothers that my time is near
I’m the rapper that all of these lames should fear
We are not equal ima higher tier
They all sound alike open your ears
Open your eyes isn't it clear
That I’m above all of my peers
We finna be rich no crying them tears
Yea I’m About to tell my fam that we made it
Time for congratulations
Pussy rappers always be hatin'
But they just have to face it
That all of their rhymes are so basic
They just can’t debate it
And Docs can’t explain it
They call me a special patient
Finna get all of this money like it’s a Thursday yea
Ahead by a mile I’m in first place yea
I hope all my haters fall in the worse way yea
Talkin all that shit get the fuck out my face

Written by:
Kenneth Thompson Jr

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