Aye Day Pay Day

Ayy
Ayy day pay day
Countin' a quarter million
I was a poor civilian
I used to stress about a bitch, now I ignore the feelings
Now I don't record the feelings (nah)
Now I'm gon' ball for healin' (woo)
Now I got money from floor to ceiling
I am for sure resilient (okay)
She givin' that brain (ouu, brain)
I am for sure she brilliant (okay)
Ayy, I book a resort I'm billin'
This ain't at all the Hilton (no, not at all)
And you don't want war, we ign'ant
And we resort to killin' (grrt)
Uh, ain't no superheroes
Bitch, we all the villains (man, we all the villains)
Man, fuck all the opinions (man, fuck all the opinions)
I'm takin' all the womens (I'm takin' all the womens)
Put on her long Brazilian
Fuck her from wall to window (from the window)
The money was callin' callin'
Had to abort the mission (I'm out)
Ouu

Ayy day pay day
Just blew a half a brick (okay)
On some new dapper shit (okay)
Brand new Gucci Star (brand new Gucci Star)
Had to go crash the ship (had to go crash the ship)
Champagne in a glass and shit
On some real classy shit (on some real what?)
Ayy, and we don't lack for shit
My shooters gon' blast for shit (grrt)
Uh, and she ain't gotta ask for dick
I fuck her on accident (my fault)
Ayy, I like a conceded bitch
She like that I'm arrogant (okay)
Uh, still on that trapper shit
Two blocks in the cabinets (bop bop)
Uh, got a bank account in my mattresses (okay)
So when I fuck my bitch it's a little more passionate (I love you)
Uh, I'm icin' her out, she icin' me out
Freeze taggin' shit (okay)
Uh, potato on a pistol, one shot go boom
Straight maxin' shit (boom-boom, grrt)

Ayy
Ayy day pay day
Countin' the price of a Lamb' (countin' the price of a Lamb')
I should go buy me a Lamb' (I should go buy me a Lamb')
But I'ma flip this, if I'ma spin this
I'ma go buy me some land (gonna go buy me some land)
Oh, you a stand up guy? (What?)
Well, pussy, you can die where you stand (bop-bop)
Better think twice, lil' man
Ayy, tuck that
This big lil' ice my man (this big ice)
Oh, you can't afford this? (No)
This rich price, lil' man (this rich price)
She shakin' her ass like dice in her hands (shake that ass, shake that ass)
Ayy, her nigga pulled up to the club, now she outside fightin' her man (damn)
Uh, now I feel bad 'cause I was really plannin' on pipin' her down (damn)
You know these hoes is loose, damn, you gotta tighten up, man (damn, you gotta tighten up)
Og got me fried, feel like my mind in a pan (whoosh)
Uh, countin' this guap in my hand
Tellin' my guys we gotta expand (oou)

Ayy
It's ayy day pay day (ayy day what?)
(Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up)
Ayy day pay day
(Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up)
Ayy day pay day
Count it up, ayy