Payroll - Heat

One bag
Two bag
Three bag
Four
How much more baby
Can I afford
New whip
New chain
Buy me a Porche
Baby sliding me a tip
Imma do it of course
And imma do it with heat
No percussion just beat
All these bitches on my dick
And just wanting my meat
It's uh Lil disrespectful how I fuck up the beat
Got your girly askin me why my flow is mean
And I say

I dunno haha
Now I'm back
Standing at the front lines ready to attack
Telling me I'm free
Put a target on my back
Got us strapped up
Like we wearin rucksack
Big ol backpack
Always with the digits
Never with the subtract
Always gotta couple with me
Come and get your bitch back
How I work all day when
All I gotta do is sit back
Shawty keep on asking me
If I can spend another bag

One bag
Two bag
Three bag
Four
How much more baby
Can I afford
New whip
New chain
Buy me a Porche
Baby sliding me a tip
Imma do it of course
And imma do it with heat
No percussion just beat
All these bitches on my dick
And just wanting my meat
It's uh Lil disrespectful how I fuck up the beat
Got your girly askin me why my flow is mean
And I say

One bag
Two bag
Three bag
Bitch I got four
Whoever talking shit
Better expect me at the fuckin door
Bitch I do it for the hobby
But I treat it like a job
I be with your girly
And she give the sloppy
Extra toppings
I might pop you like a pimple
No more mocking pure and simple
Catch me knocking on the door
I catch you looking through the peep hole
Might just go and intermingle
With your crush to make her giggle
Now I ain't mean to do it
But she always want the pickle

Written by:
Justin Ayers

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