Payday lyrics

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
What’s up, b*tch? Where my money? Need it pronto (Pronto, uh)
Cross-country pimpin’ out Toronto (Toronto, uh, uh)
In the mix, blendin’ flavors like a Fanta (Like a Fanta)
Hoes show them titties down in Tampa (Tampa, go)
For the hustlers, gangsters, trap sh*t (Trap sh*t)
Bank stuffin’ paper in a mattress (Mattress, go)
Keep gettin’ money on a whack b*tch (On a whack b*tch)
We gettin’ money on some rap sh*t (On some rap sh*t, uh)

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
If the price right, I’ma sell you top cat (Top cat)
Five-star pus*y, can you stop that? (Can you stop that? Uh)
I talk mack sh*t, call me Premo Coltrane (Coltrane, uh)
Bring extra b*tches for the whole gang (My whole gang, uh, uh)
I get real fast money, need it asap (Need it asap)
Fly street playa, ain’t no fake rap (Ain’t no fake rap, uh)
In the new Perry Ellis, lookin’ A1 (Lookin’ A1)
Mami talkin’ racks for me, what you say, hun? (What you say?)
I’ma top gun (top gun), break a hoe quick (Break a hoe quick)
Broke n*ggas wildin' on some hoe sh*t (Some hoe sh*t)
If I spot some, they gon' go sick (They gone go sick)
More dirty paper for the whole strip (For the whole strip, uh)

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
What’s up, b*tch? Where my money? Need it pronto (Pronto, uh)
Cross-country pimpin’ out Toronto (Toronto, uh, uh)
In the mix, blendin’ flavors like a Fanta (Like a Fanta)
Hoes show them titties down in Tampa (Tampa, go)
For the hustlers, gangsters, trap sh*t (Trap sh*t)
Bank stuffin’ paper in a mattress (Mattress, go)
Keep getting’ money on a whack b*tch (On a whack b*tch)
We gettin’ money on some rap sh*t (On some rap sh*t, uh)
[Verse 2: King Joe]
Smokin’ on the blunt (Yup), sittin’ on the whip (Yup)
Presidential cars (Whew), the same as a brick (Whew)
Iced blue-face, run you like seventy
Slid by the jewelry store, that’s what they was tellin’ me
Anything like me, then you never settlin’ (Nah)
Everything I been through, just made me a better me (For real)
Got a b*tch named Angel, and her head is heavenly (God)
Just a young felon that ain’t never had a felony (Ha ha)
Jersey on, like it’s post-game, n*gga (n*gga)
Jersey on, but I ain’t playin’ no games, n*gga (n*gga)
Call my driver, Benz take both lanes, n*gga
Young [Lope?], swear I won’t change, n*gga

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
What’s up, b*tch? Where my money? Need it pronto (Pronto, uh)
Cross-country pimpin’ out Toronto (Toronto, uh, uh)
In the mix, blendin’ flavors like a Fanta (Like a Fanta)
Hoes show them titties down in Tampa (Tampa, go)
For the hustlers, gangsters, trap sh*t (Trap sh*t)
Bank stuffin’ paper in a mattress (Mattress, go)
Keep getting’ money on a whack b*tch (On a whack b*tch)
We gettin’ money on some rap sh*t (On some rap sh*t, uh)