Pay for that Money by The Defibulators Lyrics

Sacked, sunk, never would have thought you'd borrow a baby just to watch you get drunk
Don’t, damn, butter up the pan, cook a little creature feeding mouth to hand
What do you get when you burn through your plastic stacks
Mouth full of money while your honey ends up paying the cash
Broke, bust, never should have trusted that long eyed lawyer with the lean on lust
Fooled, failed, suckered by the sale, wood for the coffin comes along with nails
What do you get when you turn to the man in slacks
Who’s in batter getting fatter, they’re just turning their backs
You gotta pay for that money boy, You gotta pay for that money boy
You gotta pay for that money boy, You gotta pay for that money boy
Jacked, chipped, tighten up the grip you hold on the handle of a homemade whip
Flushed, fried, hogtied the tail by female waiting so perfectly shy
What do you get when you burn through your plastic stacks
Mouth full of honey, ain’t it funny now you scratching for cash
You gotta pay for that money boy, You gotta pay for that money boy
You gotta pay for that money boy, You gotta pay for that money boy