You Ain’t Getting Paid

[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 nigga that be divin' up in women
For free, you see, I represent the P
Doing pimp thangs like the playa Jay Tee
If a bitch 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 fuck if you Asian, Puerto Rican or Caucasian
I can turn you into a ho with a little persuasion
I got game, can play a bitch like no other
I grew up listenin' to that pimp shit by the Young Black Brotha
That's my folks, my potna, mi amigo
Super bad bitches follow us wherever we go
In a big, long Cadillac Sedan DeVille'a
Me, Mac Dre, and Miami, the cognac killer
Straight smashin', fuck 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, bitch, 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 fuck with some players from the V-A
To get that scratch, just do whatever we say
I know this Indian bitch, named Running Water
She sucks a good dick, I think her mother taught her
But there's a problem, something's missing
She's broke, she don't have a pot to piss in
I fucked 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 fuck all this drama
I can lead her to the faucet but can't make her drink
The bitch 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