Song: | me n payroll |
Singer: | Cash Cobain, Payroll (NYC) |
Music: | Cash Cobain, Alex Oso, Tommy Parker |
Lyrics: | Cash CobainCash Cobain, Payroll (NYC), Alex Oso, Tommy Parker |
Album: | PLAY CASH COBAIN |
me n payroll Lyrics
March to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like
I do what you say so, tryna eat you like some egg shells
You be actin’ stink, but girl, your pu$$y bet’ not stink, though
I ain’t gotta ask, but do you got a friend for Payroll?
Or you for me and Payroll
Went into her bankroll, but I bet I don’t pay it, though
Can I put it on your face, though? Can I nut in your lace, though?
I just need your pu$$y, do not ask how my day go
Like, heard your man was pu$$y, tss
She is not a rookie, we f*ck off the molly, I feel like Tadoe
I’m f*ckin’ my b!tch from the front side, that’s how her day go
My new b!tch Dominican, but she can’t get none of my pesos
She put ’em on for me just like a Faygo
I walk past a bad b!tch, tell her, “Hello”
Hello
She was fiendin’, she leakin’, I made an example
I’m geekin’, I’m leanin’, I feel like I’m tweakin’
She leakin’, she creamin’, she goin’ insane, oh
She need it, she fiendin’, I feel like she beastin’
Like, oh, I f*ck her one time, she was never the same, no
Like, don’t run from me
Don’t come for me, I bring the pain, got what you need
I’m Cash Cash, I can f*ck a b!tch like one, two, three
Had the last laugh when I f*cked her friend, made her cum for me
Had the last laugh, she brought her friend and we had a three
She suck the d!ck so much, she losin’ calories
I murder that pu$$y, I hope that don’t make me a criminal
She wanna f*ck on Pay ’cause you heard my songs, it made her delirious
I wanna see you naked, I need a thot, I’m very unserious
Her pu$$y is pretty and pink, no, I am not really a titty man
Her pu$$y is just like a sink, her head remind me of a ceiling fan
Fuck my rich b!tch with a mink on, smack, have her wrist on dance
I do what you say so, tryna eat you like some egg shells
You be actin’ stink, but girl, your pu$$y bet’ not stink, though
I ain’t gotta ask, but do you got a friend for Payroll?
Or you for me and Payroll
Went into her bankroll, but I bet I don’t pay it, though
Can I put it on your face, though? Can I nut in your lace, though?
I just need your pu$$y, do not ask how my day go
Like, heard your man was pu$$y, tss
Moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the moon shine like
Shine like
I will make the march to here
I will make the march to here
I will make the—