About this song
paystub is a track by ericdoa, taken from the album “DOA”, released January 19, 2024 on ERICDOA/LISTEN TO THE KIDS/Interscope Records. It runs 2:17 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Play button above when a verified stream is available, or choose a listening service from the other options.
Within the album sequence, this recording sits alongside the cake is a lie, dancinwithsomebawdy, bigassbearman. Open the album page to compare the full running order and the listening options available for each song.
Song details
- Song
- paystub
- Artist
- ericdoa
- Release
- DOA
- Format
- Album
- Duration
- 2:17
- Release date
- January 19, 2024
- Record label
- ERICDOA/LISTEN TO THE KIDS/Interscope Records
- Content notice
- Explicit
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Lyrics
Find another song(Ayy, ah)
(I'm not your lollipop, wow)
(Ah)
(I'm not your lollipop, wow)
(Ah)
Yeah, can't fuck with nobody showin' fake love (he on IG)
Showin' off a pay stub
Yeah, he must be stupid if he think that he can pay us (yeah, ah, baby, uh)
Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me
Always got your hands out like I owe you something
I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (cousin)
Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah
I always been up, huh, pussy, what you think? Huh (ayy, what you think?)
She wanna make love, sorry, baby, we can't link
Just like me, this shit gon' sing, it ain't nothin' but a thing (nothin' but a thing)
Hit my jeweler, what's it to you? I put water on my ring (I put water on my ring)
Your bitch got me on a poster, take off, testarossa
Might just switch it to the roaster, pussy, we don't know ya'
If he test me, we gon' roast him, I ain't friends with no one
If he lackin', then we catch him, guarantee that we gon' throw some
Baby, just want money, take this from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Don't owe you bullshit, get the fuck back
Damn, ah, baby, uh
Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me
Always got your hands out like I owe you something
I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (cousin)
Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah
Got this shit inside my blood, swear it's embedded
This ain't simple shit, boy, you know I'm with synthetic
I always knew that I'd be up, boy, know I been said it
This point, you talkin' to yourself, girl, this shit this shit been deaded
I put wing on the coupe, we put them thangs out the roof
I hit this bang, then a rang, then pull the brains out his room
MVP, boy, I'll never lose, somehow he still ain't make a move
He tryna bitch me on some pop shit, I'll still take you out your shoes, uh
Like i'm Boosie, she gon' wipe me down, baby, how you like me now? (How you like me now?)
Finally, you've come around
Test me, then we got 'em down, watch it, don't speak too loud, woo (I'm done, I'm done, I'm done)
Ladies want money, take it from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Ladies want money, take it from me
Got your hands out, owe you something
Lyrics supplied by lyrics.ovh.
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