[Pre-Hook]

Imma need all my, yeah

Imma need all my, yeah

Imma need all my millions

Yeah

Imma need all my millions

Imma need all my, yeah

Imma need all my, yeah

Imma need all my millions

Imma need all my

[Hook]

So pay up, pay up

Pay up, pay up

Pay up, pay up

Pay up, pay up

Pay up

[Verse 1]

Ay

No telling what's in my cup

Take a few drags, I'm geeked

Few more puffs, I'm stuck

Outfit way too clean

Too bad my ops is dust

Me, I'm too in my bag

Guess you can say I'm clutch

Shhh, don't tell no one

I cannot count on them having my back, 'cause niggas just front

Oscar-nominated acting, yeah, they should've won

Eat these rappers, now I'm fasting, it hurts my tum, yeah

I can't feel my face when I'm off the drug, yeah

Please get out my space if I don't feel the love

She just wanna have her a taste, she just wanna have her some fun

She don't wanna be saved, she don't want no scrubs

Said I'm a muh’fuckin prophet, man, and guess what? The profit is up

They told me more money, more problems, man, but ain't tell me this how it was

If I'm finna spend my time chasing again, I'd rather chase something I feel

They kill you for not being honest, damn, they kill you for keeping it real

That’s why

[Pre-Hook]

Imma need all my, yeah

Imma need all my, yeah

Imma need all my millions

Imma need all my

[Hook]

So pay up, pay up

Pay up, pay up

Pay up, pay up

Pay up, pay up

Pay up

Beam!