Fredo Bang, Soulja Slim and Tee Grizzley - Pay For It

I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
If I want it, if I want it (ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
If I want it, if I want it (mm, look like DJ Chose)
(Hardbody)

If I want 'em bad, I'll pay for him
If I got the time, I'll lay for him (ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
I'm right with your neighbors, I ain't State Farm
If he ain't tryna come outside, we gon' wait for him
Ten grand that was out the door (boom, baow)
Twenty grand they bouncin' off the walls (yeah)
I want his head, I put a bag on it
Bitch, I'm at yo' top, I put a bag on it (yeah)

Yeah, duck yo' noodle from this chopstick
Huh, silly ass nigga, he try run up, I'ma sweep it
Pull up on him, like, "What's poppin'?" (What's poppin'?)
I just pulled up in a Benz, I left blood with a black tint
I got rich, now I got options (I got options)
I can do it myself or I can pay to get you hit (pay to get you hit)
Yeah, comin' just like Peyton (Peyton)
I'ma get you paid if you go through with the blitz (ooh)
That chopper kickin' like a black belt (wow)
If your bossman can't get it done, he ain't got no juice left (bitch)
I say, "Pull up, serve, fuck whatever" (yeah)
I been steppin' on these niggas, check out my two-step (check out my two-step)

If I want 'em bad, I'll pay for him
If I got the time, I'll lay for him
I'm right with your neighbors, I ain't State Farm
If he ain't tryna come outside, we gon' wait for him (mm-hmm)
Ten grand that was out the door (kick door, nigga)
Twenty grand they bouncin' off the walls (yeah, yeah)
I want his head, I put a bag on it (bag on yo' shit)
Bitch, I'm at yo' top, I put a bag on it (bag on this shit)

They know how I'm comin' when it's beef (they know)
Niggas callin' in like, "Please take this money off of me" (fuck off)
I got real tweakers who'll kill whoever, so don't tweak
When y'all get him, go get them niggas postin' him sayin', "R.I.P." (yeah)
You know what lil' bronem on when they be four deep in that Jeep (yeah)
They don't come outside until they get a lo', then they go creep (they on it)
Tell 'em, "Keep the striker runnin' while y'all hoppin' out on feet" (come on)
Walk 'em down, head tap 'em, shit too easy, niggas sweet (bitch)
I told Bang, "Fuck a rental, still a-, just stand on business"
Got the drop, we got the ups, that's how they got left with them switches
Big G7, we can't sign you if it's smoke and you ain't spinnin'
I told bro, "Stop gettin' active, bitch, you rich
Go ahead and spend it, nigga" (drop a bag on 'em)

If I want 'em bad, I'll pay for him
If I got the time, I'll lay for him (ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
I'm right with your neighbors, I ain't State Farm
If he ain't tryna come outside, we gon' wait for him
Ten grand that was out the door (boom, baow)
Twenty grand they bouncin' off the walls (yeah)
I want his head, I put a bag on it
Bitch, I'm at yo' top, I put a bag on it (yeah)

I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
If I want it, if I want it (ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
If I want it, if I want it (mm, look like DJ Chose)
(Hardbody)

Written by:
Frederick Givens II, James Tapp, Norman Payne, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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