Fuck You Pay Me (Paper Chasin’) Jackboy (Ft. Rylo Rodriguez)

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up TnT)

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over you, that shit don't seem to amaze me
If my bitch leave me right now I swear that shit won't phase me
I'm a project baby [?]
You know the streets done raised me, I done got it out the pavement
Bitches gon' try and play under you when you out here paper chasing
Hope he don't get in front of you 'cause he know you gon' erase ‘em

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
If that nigga caught be talking crazy, I come erase him
[?] if you really go chase it
Pray my dawg gon' catch a body, he's a grim reaper
Pull up dumpin' on anybody with the streetsweeper
Dropped out of school but I'm still making more than my teachers
Made a hundred K in a week, I think I should go and teach her
I grab the mic then catch the holy ghost, baby, I'm a street preacher
And bitch, I got a family, ain't no deals on none of my features
But I made a K by myself, I can't cut a check with no hater
[?] in the end I'm just gon' leave 'em
[?] I can't let up on my grind
Knowin' damn well if I told I love her I was fuckin' lying
I made up for a year and I made seven figures
Put the bread on your heads, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
So don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public
I ain't friendly and ain't shit sweet, bitch, I'm from the ugly