Lyrics
Gotta have it
Me and the boys swerving through traffic
Know we gotta have it
We on the beat
Making the magic
Follow the tactic
All of these girls
And none of them ratchet
Covered in fabric
None of the plastic
Can you imagine
Mr. fantastic
I found the one
Can you imagine
I found my wrist
I found the gold
As soon as I want
I buy from the store
I do what I want
I'm boutta do more
I switch up the beat
So I relax for sure
Now tell me who that
I don't want to fuck with no little bitch
Unless little bitch ends up bringing it back
Telling me to wrap that to tap that
Need a big bag
I don't want to contract
Girly get no contact
Running man
Running back
PayRoll gonna get a bag
When I see that
Imma pop you
Like I'm poppin tags
Hold up gotta breath
Shakin in your boots
Now you shakin I'm your knees
Acting like I'm the enemy
Who is you
I is me
Bitch I'm PayRoll
And I'm killin all ya beats
Like
One two
One two
One two three
How do I count and I still make it heat
Stackin all my money
Till it's taller than me
Ya baby wanna ride
But she not for me
So it's
Me and the boys swerving through traffic
Know we gotta have it
We on the beat
Making the magic
Follow the tactic
All of these girls
And none of them ratchet
Covered in fabric
None of the plastic
Can you imagine
Mr. fantastic
I found the one
Can you imagine
I found my wrist
I found the gold
As soon as I want
I buy from the store
I do what I want
I'm boutta do more
I switch up the beat
So I relax for sure
Imma get right back with ya
Talking me shit but I don't wanna hit ya
Imma make big moves calling me a bishop
Making that bread like we up in the kitchen
So why is you dissing
Cause you not efficient
You walking around
Because you are deficient
I follow the mission
While you act ballistic
You out of position
Cause you always sniffin
Imma need more
Imma need more
More of the money
Give more of the dough
All of these people be flexing with hoes
And I fuck with cash cause I got the flow
I gotta go
I gotta go
Like I'm running a race and I'm chasing the gold
And she asking me out oh boy
That's kinda bold
Cause me and the boys boutta busy through the door
Me and the boys swerving through traffic
We on the beat
Making the magic
All of these girls
And none of them ratchet
None of the plastic
Can you imagine
Mr. fantastic
I found the one
Can you imagine
Justin Ayers
O/B/O DistroKid