Pay Stubs

[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

[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 something
Ayy, I gotta live it up, we all got a day comin'

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
Ayy, ayy, put it in her mouth, nutted on her lace front
If she ain't into suckin' dick, then lil' baby can't come
Another sucker dead, tell 'em pick his face up
Niggas trippin' over bitches, you ain't even laced up
Them niggas dead broke, nigga, get your pape' up
I ain't seen a bitch yet that I think I can't fuck
Just let him run his mouth, they be quick to say somethin'
Niggas probably lose a brother, we'll really take somethin'
It's the middle of that war, it be time to mask up
Everybody get a shot, that ain't shit we pass up
If you ain't with the shit, nigga, cut your top up
That's how shit get popped up
Shells jumpin' out the crowd like a fuckin' moshpit
I ain't steppin' through my front door without no profit
And I don't need no nigga with me, bitch, I got stick
All that dissin' in them songs got you catchin' hot shit

[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'