Pay Scale - Curren$y, Larry June

Eastside

Same shit we been doin'

Stackin' paper we used to it

Chicken Fried Rice in the back of the Phantom

My brother in the venue still mackin' the dancers

I’m overseeing the money counting the transaction

Combination safe stashing, money addiction my passion

I got a stackin' habit, I must have it

Lust cabbage, looking at money like it’s a bad bitch

Hand full of that ass when I smash its a blast

In the middle of the bank having a flashback

Try to keep up with me, that Bobby and Whitney

Clyde and Bonnie, Hov and Beyonce

A hundred million dollars my fiancee

Smoke screens til' the paparazzi off the scene

Just when they had thought they got me

Escaped then dropped a tape, shot the video on my estate

Medium well steaks on Versace plates

Silverware not even silver this is 14K

Watch how you act where you at and a real playa might let you stay

Fresh home from Tokyo I’m thumbing through Yen

Take them Gucci’s off when you walk in my crib

I spend like 30 bitch this ain’t tens

Heated toilet seats Dom P in the fridge

Rose gold voice on a Rollie I’m him

Purified water on my way to go swim

My bitch get money bring it back to a pimp

My Japanese denim she toss ten in them

For a week I went vegan but took the bitch fishing

Before a bitch get the dick she gotta sign a petition

Air Max 94s, same watch as Biggie

On my way to San Jo to go and check this chicken

What’s happenin'

Nigga we don’t just rap about this shit nigga

If she look she took, you know what I’m saying

Something slight, aye bitch hand me that motherfucking money counter hoe

Thank you

You doing good

God