PMO $howtime - Paid In Full

(Playboy)
You better watch who in yo ear
Watch who on yo squad real shit
(Uh)
(Uh) You better watch who in your ear
They always ask for sum but never do they ask me how I feel (Damn)
Watch who on your squad real shit
Like how the fuck you said you was my dog then do me like a bitch
PMO they say that nigga flavin, he be on his shit
Bitch I'm paid in full from now on you call me PMO Mitch
You a broke boy, nigga you don't never touch chips
Talking bout you in the field, running routs boy you ran a hitch
They probably think I'm blind the way I'm always walking with a stick (Huh)
I stay with a pole they probably think I strip (Huh)
Playboy, I like my bitches tiny like Tip
Imma dog, Imma fight that pussy like I'm Mike Vick
If the coochie good I go in beast mode, like I'm Lynch
I'm trynna fuck, Ion wanna be your lover, like I'm Prince
Grey sweats on, just so that your bitch could see the print
You niggas never having nothing in your pockets but some lint
(Haha, damn, nah foreal)
I seen it from the jump but no cap this shit crazy now
These niggas love to front but like lunch they trynna take you out
Run up on me boy my glizzy hold a punch like Luke Cage around (Bow)
(Look) Why you niggas always acting like you rich with no pape around (Why)
You a lil fish I feel like Dolph on the Paper Rout
Real shit I could hear it hissing cause it's snakes around
You better watch who in your ear
They always ask for sum but never do they ask me how I feel (Damn)
Watch who on your squad real shit
Like how the fuck you said you was my dog then do me like a bitch
PMO they say that nigga flavin, he be on his shit
Bitch I'm paid in full from now on you call me PMO Mitch
You a broke boy, nigga you don't never touch chips
Talking bout you in the field running routs boy you ran a hitch
(Uh, aye) I'm trynna get my money up
Even when I touch a M I still won't think I done enough
We keep extensions on the poles in case you think bout running up (Bow)
I heard you was tryna slide on us, you gon end up stuck (Uh)
They tryna faze a nigga so I gotta keep my focus
They tryna stop my motion so I gotta keep on going
Niggas never tried to throw the rock when I was open
Fourth quarter we know PMO the clutchest boy it's game over
(Uh, uh shit crazy)
They tried to count me out it's crazy how they tryna come around
Talking down on the net but when they see me they don't make a sound
They ain't even in the game they on the bench, niggas out of bounds
(Uh) PMO got drip niggas might just drown
(Uh) I stay with a 30 clip you niggas out of rounds
(Uh) right now I'm in LA but boy I'm from the Town (Six)
I be out the way cause niggas fake so watch who you around
(Uh) You better watch who in your ear
They always ask for sum but never do they ask me how I feel (Damn)
Watch who on your squad real shit
Like how the fuck you said you was my dog then do me like a bitch
PMO they say that nigga flavin, he be on his shit
Bitch I'm paid in full from now on you call me PMO Mitch
You a broke boy, nigga you don't never touch chips
Talking bout you in the field running routs boy you ran a hitch

Written by:
Quinton Lewis

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