Paycheck
Løvin Øn Me
[Hook: Dom Soto]
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[Verse 1: Chef Zoot]
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I don't pick up when these bitches be callin me girl just stop hittin' my phone
Chips on the table it's all on the line, bitch I'm all in the fuck do you know?
Exhalin' the past hoes you flakers just hopin I choke but inside know I won't
Make up yo mind girl I'm crossin' the line say the word and we'll go...
I'm breakin' it down bring it back to the pad and we'll blow, I ain't talkin' bout coke
Securin' the bag it make my haters mad back it up laugh it off you's a joke

[Verse 2: Paycheck]
Where is the love?
Got me askin everyday, but I wonder if I want that?
Wonder do you want want that too?
Cause I’m feeling real sick with out you
So Now I’m without you
Feeling way better, old hoes they gonn doubt you
Saying love is pain, well I’m thinking that it’s now true
Thinking that it’s now true, run it right back now
Girl I’m in my feelings but I’m askin what bout you
You broke my heart, or did I break yours?
Or did we both break it, now it’s closed doors
Don’t hit me up on the weekends
If you know me, I don’t mess with any weak friends
Get out of the door give me respect
And do not try and come back when I reach it

[Hook: Dom Soto]
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[Verse 3: Dom Soto]
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[Refrain: Dom Soto & Aye-Z]
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[Hook: Dom Soto]
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[Outro: Dom Soto]
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