Payola

[Chorus: Town]
I can’t slow up
Got a pint of Henny finna pour up
This bitch jumping we on Faygo fucking cola
Making too much money to be sober
Don’t want to see your face, turn it over
Me and my niggas put this money over closure
All these bars, no police, like I’m Doja
Baking soda and payola
Baking soda and payola

[Verse 1: Rxgretz]
Yeah, yeah
We going crazy, this bitch ‘bout to go up
There’s way too many fucking drugs
Up in this party that I do not know of
Bitch we lit
Counting up hundreds and fifties and smoking on doja
I just be getting so motherfucking high
Yeah we in the hotbox just blowing the smoke up
What?
Bitch look at my pockets, I’m getting my dough up
Fuck
Bitch, you talking that shit but in person you fold up
What?
I just be focused on money and getting my load up
Car got me feeling like fetti is dirty, I told you that I got the soda
Fucking in that bitch in a rovеr
Pour up a deuce, got me lеaning all over
Ass bitch, she looking for closure
Now that we here bitch, I’m fucking you over
In the scan, I’m just bumping some Sosa
I just be feeling like I’m ‘bout to blow up
Focused on this shit 100 percent
I keep working, no I cannot stop

[Chorus: Town]
I can’t slow up
Got a pint of Henny finna pour up
This bitch jumping we on Faygo fucking cola
Making too much money to be sober
Don’t want to see your face, turn it over
Me and my niggas put this money over closure
All these bars, no police, like I’m Doja
Baking soda and payola
(Baking soda and payola)

[Verse 2: Reekobabii]
Look at the baggie, know that I’m up
Gotta keep the codeine, know that it’s tucked
All pink Molly, you know that up
Ran out of lean, I need another cup
Hopping in the G-league, call it a truck
Your bitch turned out, I’ma keep it a buck
Told me to chill, I don’t give no fucks
I don’t know what you expect from me
This shit gonna change your life, I promise, pop this ecstasy
I’ma keep on taking drugs until the day I rest in peace
Gave you all my love, I wish I could get you back next to me
Okay, I may not know what I’m doing
Okay, that’s why even plug don’t know what I’m doing
Okay, counting this cash and I’m counting up blue
Okay, wrist on froze, yeah I got the flu

[Chorus: Town]
I can’t slow up
Got a pint of Henny finna pour up
This bitch jumping we on Faygo fucking cola
Making too much money to be sober
Don’t want to see your face, turn it over
Me and my niggas put this money over closure
All these bars, no police, like I’m Doja
Baking soda and payola
Baking soda and payola