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Austin R Jones
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Red light, green light, stop and go
Better take it nice and slow
Hit 'em with the chopper, woah
You know that I'm bout my dough
Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash)
Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah
Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash)
Yeah, you better pay what you owe
바보야, 나 위 사람 말고
Sure they messed up like it's Mardi Gras
No place for a hot to hot
It's hardly hot to homies, bruh
Catch two rounds like a Yamaha
사람 맺힌 놈과 소주와 한 잔
I could let it pop
내 형 let the PC bang
겁쟁이 어디 있어 연습해서 PC bang (bitch)
No numbers on the check
You can leave it blank (cash)
45 Billy 'bout to leave the bank
You could go from living on freebies
To whipping Lamborghini
Sipping martinis
We living lavish and easy
It's good mariki
Every end is a repeat
About my future like tea leaves
No P.G. it's just veni, vidi, vici
Make you DC like PC games with no net
I'm too beastly, it's easy games with no bet
I came from nothing to dirt
It's no flex I'm just here to change my life and be the best
Red light, green light, stop and go
Better take it nice and slow
Hit 'em with the chopper, whoa
You know that I'm about my dough
Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash)
Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah
Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash)
Yeah, you better pay what you owe
Got some homies in the van
Hot box 'til they pass out
You strapped for the cash
So they strap up with masks out
They do it for the money
Motherfucker, you can half-clap
Cause life ain't been too easy
So they gotta take the fast route
Yeah, big boss when I stroll through
Squares in my circle
Don't you speak unless you spoke to
Thought you were the frontman
Stuttin' and thang
I'm number one, motherfucker
I've been runnin' this game
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Laughin' straight to the bank, with it
Straight whippin'
Pull up in a hootie with the paint drippin'
Day-driven, only got one life
So I'ma stay livin'
Got a couple goons with the brooms
Like they play Quidditch
Yeah, but I don't wanna waste nobody
Like a doctor that's about to sell some organs out of body
I stay winnin', I know everybody
Wishin' they could copy
If you're givin' up the neck
That'd be the only way you top me
Red light, green light, stop and go
Better take it nice and slow
Hit 'em with the chopper, whoa
You know that I'm about my dough
Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash)
Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah
Pay what you owe (get my money) pay what you owe (cash)
Yeah, you better pay what you owe (gimmie that) yeah
Writer(s): Austin Jones
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