CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Thank Me Later

(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Sav, man, why you do that, man?
Ayy, you can thank me later

Got?the?head from your?b*t*h, she tried to make me?pay her
They say I'm the leader of my hood, they?tried?to?make me mayor
Told?bro put that?weed out, it ain't got no flavor
Bustin' crack down with my nails, I ain't got no razor
How the f**k you blowin' smoke? You ain't got no vapor
I'll hit a n***a with a beam, it ain't got no laser
I can move the bag in Las Vegas, I am not no Raider
Trappin' on the street full of bandos, I don't got no neighbors
I be sellin' brown like Orlando, do you want a tester?
N***a told me he got Sherblato, but it wasn't pressure
I can tell it wasn't straight drop, it had a different texture
Hit a lick, they in the wrong spot, it's in a different dresser
I don't want no chicken tender, it ain't come from Chesters
All these clips, I could shoot a movie, I think I need directors
Drac' got a beam with a light, it look like projectors
Pint of Wock' in a two-liter, it taste like medicine

Hit a white b*t*h, didn't know her name, she look like a Jessica
I'm a good-a** sipper, I need red, I don't want no yellow
Bought my b*t*h a pair of gla** slippers, call her Cinderella
Told my fiend he got to buy a sample, I don't give out testers
Beat him in his head with the gun, I don't need no bullets
Had to tell Ghost calm down, 'cause he be on bullsh*t
Told Jay let's put a play together, say he need some dog sh*t
You ain't really got no pape', n***a, that's your dawg sh*t
N***a pulled up with ten pints, do you think I bought 'em?
N***a tryna scrap, but I'm strapped, do you think I fought him?
Plug threw a bag, I ran off, do you think I caught him?
Told him I ain't get the box he sent, do you think I caught it?
Somebody died in my hood, do you think I did it?
Fell asleep naked with a b*t*h, I don't think I hit her
My b*t*h left a couple months ago, do you think I miss her?
Just hit a b*t*h and cut into her friend, but I think they sisters
Her baby daddy got some money, but I think I'm richer
Made a twenty ball and put it up, I ain't take no pictures
Tryna do some sh*t, I got my son, I need a babysitter
Pull up on a b*t*h, she let me f**k, I blew an eighthy with her
Pull up on the b*t*h, she wanna f**k, I told her make me dinner
B*t*h tried to raise her voice at me, almost made me hit her
N***a told me I can't f**k his b*t*h, almost made me hit her
B*t*h tried to key my car and run, almost made me hit her

She stole some money out my pocket, tried to play the victim
Blamed the sh*t on her friend I hit, almost made me kill her
B*t*h sucked my d**k and kept the nut, she a baby stealer
I ain't tryna beef, extort n***as, make 'em pay me chicken

Yeah, yeah
What you tell them, Jay?
You can thank me later
Alright