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Pay Stubs - ZayBang (Ft. Lil Bean)
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Pay Stubs - ZayBang (Ft. Lil Bean)
[Intro: Lil Bean]
(Mmm, Elii)
Yeah, huh

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Middle of the war, I was taught to lace up
All my niggas in the field, they don't got no paystubs
Bro a real fiend, tryna pour an eighth up
I be up all night, won't be up 'til eight somethin'
I be in the field tryna get my cake up
Ayy, if she don't want it in, then I guess she ain't for me
If I go broke, then I gotta shake somethin'
Ayy, I gotta live it up, we all got a day comin'

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Lost too many friends, bro, the streets just can't love me
If I tell him bounce out, I bet bro erase somethin'
Niggas buyin' views, brodie, thеm is fake numbers
I know niggas in the hood blow you down for еight hundred
You get in that room, I was taught don't say nothin'
Bitch, I got it on my hip, I don't do no fake clutchin'
Yeah, I bet she turn her head when she see that Wraith comin'
I been rockin' custom jewelry for the last eight summers
Brother, where the hoes? I need two of them
Yeah, bro just popped a bean, man, it's 2 AM
Ayy, I'm thinkin' 'bout a piece, I'm comin' new again
Yeah, tryna run them bands, I'ma lose some friends
Yeah, tryna make it out, man, it been a long road
Brother got that strap and it got a long nose
Tryna make this money, niggas rather crack jokes
Bitch, I'm from the streets, I know about that backdoor
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