You Ain’t Getting Paid lyrics

[Intro: Mac Dre]
Recreation, mhm
Recreation, mhm
Yes, yeah, yeah
If we gon' do it, it got to be like this (I agree)
It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike
MD, playa Jay Tee

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Hopped on off the red eye at McCarran International
VIP with the P in my natural
I'm on a mission, fishin' for hutches
Pretty prostitutes just looking lav and luscious
I'm a P.I., see I do this daily
If you pay me, then baby, maybe
I'll introduce you to this finer way of living
I'm no the kind of n*gga that be divin' up in women
For free, you see, I represent the P
Doing pimp thangs like the playa Jay Tee
If a b*tch can't buy it, I don't want it
Sucker free game and them lames can't clone it
I give it you straight, put it in your face
Let you have a taste, girl, I'm only tryna lace
Bring your ass to the table so you can feast
If you gon' be a freak, get paid, at least
[Chorus: Mac Dre]
What? Like that? Ah nah
You ain't gettin' paid with all that junk?
You could be cool, doin' it lav
Girl, you's a fool, you need to sell that babb
What? Like that? Ah nah
You ain't gettin' paid with all that junk?
You could be cool, doin' it lav
Girl, you's a fool, you need to sell that babb

[Verse 2: Jay Tee]
I give a f*ck if you Asian, Puerto Rican or Caucasian
I can turn you into a ho with a little persuasion
I got game, can play a b*tch like no other
I grew up listenin' to that pimp sh*t by the Young Black Brotha
That's my folks, my potna, mi amigo
Super bad b*tches follow us wherever we go
In a big, long Cadillac Sedan DeVille'a
Me, Mac Dre, and Miami, the cognac killer
Straight smashin', f*ck the law, man
In playa fashion, this gin to the jaw, man
I we tryna do is bump a ho and make it greater
Get you out this way and push you in that alligator
The way we does this, it ain't out yet
You could look, but young hutch, I doubt that
No need to lie, b*tch, you was made for that
With all that ass, you need to get paid for that
[Chorus: Mac Dre]
What? Like that? Ah nah
You ain't gettin' paid with all that junk?
You could be cool, doin' it lav
Girl, you's a fool, you need to sell that babb
What? Like that? Ah nah
You ain't gettin' paid with all that junk?
You could be cool, doin' it lav
Girl, you's a fool, you need to sell that babb

[Verse 3: Jay Tee, Mac Dre]
I see you walking, looks like you feel right
But where's your purse? You ain't got your scrill' right?
You need to f*ck with some players from the V-A
To get that scratch, just do whatever we say
I know this Indian b*tch, named Running Water
She sucks a good di*k, I think her mother taught her
But there's a problem, something's missing
She's broke, she don't have a pot to p*ss in
I f*cked on the first night, pulled a train
She tried to take me home, said I blew her brain
But where's your house? You live with your momma
You need to hit the ho stroll and f*ck all this drama
I can lead her to the faucet but can't make her drink
The b*tch keep dirty dishes in her sink
Her kids stay hungry and who don't she owe
I tried to let her know and she still won't ho
[Chorus: Mac Dre]
What? Like that? Ah nah
You ain't gettin' paid with all that junk?
You could be cool, doin' it lav
Girl, you's a fool, you need to sell that babb
What? Like that? Ah nah
You ain't gettin' paid with all that junk?
You could be cool, doin' it lav
Girl, you's a fool, you need to sell that babb