[Intro: Rondoe]
Haha (Yea, yea)
Pay Me R Pay Me No Attention (Straight up)
Know what I'm talkin' bout (Know what I'm talkin' bout)
Feezi what's up my nigga (What up)
Aye these niggas, aye
They gotta give us some money man (They gotta give us some money)
They gotta give us some fucking money (Haha)
Big Baby tell 'em to cut the check nigga (Tell 'em to cut the check)
[Verse 1: Rondoe]
It's still funk on site, but niggas tryin' to get paid
Fuck that, I ain't working for no minimum wage
I was still out c'here when the sun came up
Scrapping up change, getting up my ones
Pay me my nigga, or pay me no attеntion
Give me some monеy, I already got bitches
R.I.P. Lil C, Free Duke, Free Dennis
And I'm gettin' loot like my nigga Cash Image
We can pull out Benzes or trucks on sixes
But being all flashy, 'ill send a nigga to prison
So I pull up gettin' money in a under buck
Riding with a little gun but the clip big as fuck
Ball like Penny Hardaway, in his old days
Trap be boomin', a couple racks a day
We sell yay, fuck it we gettin' cake
A couple chops on us just to let 'em know we don't play
[Chorus: Bishop Young Don]
We get money my nigga, everywhere that we go
It don't matter my nigga, rob a nigga, move a key, we will get doe
We get money, so much money (Oh)
Rob a nigga here, move a key there
Next thing you know, its money everywhere
[Verse 2: Feezi Cash]
My nigga made the call, you damn right I ???? meeting 'em
Sixteen zips off a brick, I got ten of em
Most going for the high, but some going for the low
But you gone pay the same ticket as the last time tho'
See I'm grittin' with the blamy, for the suckas that can't stand me
And cash talk my nigga, I'll hit ya then hit Miami
When niggas come up dead, the pigs try to make us liable
But I got a lawyer who can make it justifiable
I could be mythological and clap you for that old shit
But me, Flip Flip, R-D, and Paper Pro get
Mail from these ??? ass niggas, so fuck that hoe shit
My whip game stupid my nigga, you in your hoe's shit
Started with a zip, then I gritted up to that fo' shit
Now I get a rental then fill the trunk up with whole shiiiiii (Bricks)
Paying court fines with grands-is nigga
In the same sentence, say killas in Kansas nigga
[Chorus: Bishop Young Don]
We get money my nigga, everywhere that we go
It don't matter my nigga, rob a nigga, move a key, we will get doe
We get money, so much money (Oh)
Rob a nigga here, move a key there
Next thing you know, its money everywhere
[Verse 3: Rondoe]
I couldn't tell you how many racks I blew through
Fuck being laid up, I wake up to get loot
Watch who serving and watch who you talking to
These niggas telling like a motherfucker, and it got me spooked
They say all money it ain't good money
But its all good, when you getting money
You hating ass niggas need to mind your business
We be getting scrilla everywhere we visit
We ain't really trippin', we gettin' this loot Cuz
Still 'ill whip up and wake your game up
Cash rule everything around me
So I be moving this coke man, moving this weed
All my bitches say I ain't never got no time
Baby I'm busy paying lawyers and court fines
With your hatin' ass, another rack in the stash
Still Brim Boy Gang and I bang with money bags
[Chorus: Bishop Young Don]
We get money my nigga, everywhere that we go
It don't matter my nigga, rob a nigga, move a key, we will get doe
We get money, so much money (Oh)
Rob a nigga here, move a key there
Next thing you know, its money everywhere
Everywhere We Go was written by Bishop Young Don & Feezi Cash & Rondoe.
Everywhere We Go was produced by Briccgang James.