Payday

So put your hands up, here come the crooks
Addictive lyrics that make people jump
We come from the hood and the hood raised us
Starting from zero with God's blessing
Keep your hands up, we’re the crazy ones
Making money but staying the same
Many enemies want to silence my voice
But no one can, 'cause I'm rolling with God

We celebrate another hit, my crew won't break
I’m not holding back, driving a donk
They’re moving kilos out in the hills
No one knows anything, the one who tells dies
VIP client, yeah, rap my people
Full of diamonds in my twenties
Even in my teeth
My family’s here with cash to count
Turkey on the grill, pass me the blowtorch
Watch out for the rockets, that crew's a bunch of fools

Make way for these dogs with historic flow
I’m a wild stallion, I’m a legend, not a myth
I catch their flow and spit it back, their lyrics are a joke
German with the neutral, this is a fucking iconic collab
Explicit the flow I bring with my crew in the game
I smoke good kush and elevate, the trick is to control the ego
Fame doesn’t blind me, I don’t fall for the fake
Kids wanna be like me 'cause I dare to

Payday, payday, payday, payday
Your flow seems like a hater, you’re in the white zone
I’ll take down your girl, got the hood going crazy
Even the loyal coffin with my crew
From the hood to YouTube, we crown like Robin Hood

You tell me who to call, and we call them
And if we gotta pay some hoes, then we pay them
Life and health for my people, kids, we crown
We’ve made over a million, and we celebrate that

After so much grinding
OG in the game since I was a bad kid
She wants me to hit it, hit it, hit it hard
Big my Cuban, big her ass, we smoke big

After so much grinding
OG in the game since I was a bad kid
She wants me to hit it, hit it, hit it hard
Big my Cuban, big her ass, we smoke big

All the people from my hood, I slide, for real
A little fish with the crew, I don’t care about a fool
But if you come in cocky, kid, not with me
Respect your dad, I’ve already been through a lot
I swear I’m not a fool, even if I have my stuff
I come from so low that it never mattered
That’s why I spend, spend, invest, make another million
Now we’re gonna buy what we never had
May God bless my voice, my family, my clan
Blessings for the neutral, shorty, from the German
And I light it up, dad, if I sometimes look back
It’s just to watch my back 'cause I’m worth more now

Now look at me, you puppet, if you got me in your sights, then shoot
Or at least get inspired, do me a favor and off yourself
I’m rolling hard, stop me, come on, bitch, pay me
I want millions like an Arab, pure codeine syrup

After so much grinding
OG in the game since I was a bad kid
She wants me to hit it, hit it, hit it hard
Big my Cuban, big her ass, we smoke big

After so much grinding
OG in the game since I was a bad kid
She wants me to hit it, hit it, hit it hard
Big my Cuban, big her ass, we smoke big

I don’t have my brain for decoration, my trap is sadistic like a porno
Dogs on point, the pounds are in the oven
Inside the studio, I transform into a demon
Baby, I’m not Yami, but I’m always in Versace
Machine guns in the bag like a mariachi
I got you on the blacklist
I feel like Miguel Cabrera with the bat, passing the heat
I already have over a million, but I go to the alley
And like when I was poor, I smoke a blunt with my crew
I hustled for mine and don’t believe in any fool
And if we’re where we are, it’s thanks to God and His blessing

Enemies are a thousand, it’s true, I can’t do it, and that’s why they criticize this
The Glock 17, I take it to the concert
Legends of the hood, Ale, the thug, and the Neutral

After so much grinding
OG in the game since I was a bad kid
She wants me to hit it, hit it, hit it hard
Big my Cuban, big her ass, we smoke big

After so much grinding
OG in the game since I was a bad kid
She wants me to hit it, hit it, hit it hard
Big my Cuban, big her ass, we smoke big