S3nsi Molly Paycheck Lyrics


PayCheck by S3nsi Molly

[Chorus]
We can beef if you bring me a paycheck, ayy
I spend that shit on a Maybach
We in the car, lil' Molly on playback
Ride with the Glock, yeah, that's a big strap, ayy
Rollie no tick, I got bankroll, ayy
I'm gettin' cheese like it's queso, ayy
Broke a few niggas like Quavo
Lean in my cup and I mix it with Faygo, ayy
Pull up on the opp with an AR
Knock a fuck nigga off radar
Take off in a foreign, a fast car
Gas for the low and it come in a cookie jar, ayy
Bust when I see him, no stoppin'
Full of them racks and they bust out the pocket
And if that ass fat then I'm makin' her pop it
Throw up the ones, bring it back, then she drop it

[Verse]
You in the club and you know that you broke
Backwood full of gas and it's making me choke
Who want a match? Bitch I'm givin' out smoke
Who need the pack? 'Cause I'm droppin' off loads
Drop it off on the porch and I take off
Knock a man down with this Glock, take his face off
Play a few games on a bitch like it's Jigsaw
I do what I want 'cause I'm big dog, ayy
Got the strap in the 'Lac
Your bitch in the front takin' pictures on Snap
Lazy off lean, think I need me a nap
Dropped out of school, fuck a gown and a cap
Get in the bitch, start rappin'
Get out the spot, stop trappin'
Racks in the front and the back end
Big bag got 'em on go
Cut out that wig, man the feds at the door
Pop out with the condom, we sendin' 'em home
Act tough in this shit but you really a ho
Get pinned on the wall like a picture
Backwood, we don't smoke on no Swishers
Set up a lick on a bitch off of Tinder
Been in the streets, in the mix like a blender

[Chorus]
We can beef if you bring me a paycheck, ayy
I spend that shit on a Maybach
We in the car, lil' Molly on playback
Ride with the Glock, yeah, that's a big strap, ayy
Rollie no tick, I got bankroll, ayy
I'm gettin' cheese like it's queso, ayy
Broke a few niggas like Quavo
Lean in my cup and I mix it with Faygo, ayy
Pull up on the opp with an AR
Knock a fuck nigga off radar
Take off in a foreign, a fast car
Gas for the low and it come in a cookie jar, ayy
Bust when I see him, no stoppin'
Full of them racks and they bust out the pocket
And if that ass fat then I'm makin' her pop it
Throw up the ones, bring it back, then she drop it

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