It ain't about all that yang -yang
Brothers be talkin' and steady poppin'
Runnin' they game as they
continue bitch -hoppin'
Some hoes is stupid,
lettin' niggas buck him
Puttin' up they checks
just so they can fuck him
And they ain't even gettin' paid
in the thick of shit
Lettin' niggas take they money,
now that's some stupid shit
But you'll never catch me in the crossfire
Takin' care of a nigga,
I ain't no dick buyer
If he ain't doin' nothin' for me,
then bye, baby
Gettin' juiced by a nigga,
are you fuckin' crazy?
That type of shit went out in 86
And even back then,
I wasn't down with that fuckin' mix
If you wanna be my man,
you gotta do it for me
Plain and simple, G
It's all about that pay
Ain't, ain't tryin' to get
Ain't, ain't tryin' to get
To make it simple,
juicin' ain't no kinda hobby
I make my own money,
and I don't need nobody
Tellin' me where to go
and who to see black
Or what I should spend my money on,
fuck that I'm independent,
to have a man is my choice
To put it plainer, I got to have my own voice
I laugh because I find it funny
Niggas always talkin' bout bitches
that sell for the money
Now ain't that a bitch?
Cause on that same tip,
some niggas out to get rich
Off another
Because they too goddamn lazy to work,
the motherfucker
But choice, you take it for a ride
No way, you better act like you know how
It's all about that pay
Bitches got they niggas
lookin' better than they look
On this topic,
I could write a fuckin' book
Don't you know in this world
that it's ladies first?
So keep your motherfuckin' hand
out a bitch's purse
Tellin' me that you need a new peck jaw
New ties for your car, that ain't my jaw
New shirt, new slacks,
new this and that
To set you straight, motherfuck,
you need to face the facts
Tellin' me you need a coat
for your wardrobe
If I got to bother, motherfucker,
you'll be cold
Cause you ain't wrote no
motherfuckin' rap song
You heard pipe dreams,
now it seems you wanna bone
And your niggas,
they're supposed to be
pumpin' dope
Thinkin' that you made it
because you got a gold rope
Frontin', motherfucker,
you need to park it
Ropes come a dime a dozen
at the flea market.
You can't fool me.
No, not this time.
Listen to the rhyme
It's all about that pay
I'll time.