DELTA 8 PENS AND INCENSE Lyrics

I got my paycheck, I got my paycheck, I got my paycheck

I got my paycheck, I got my paycheck, I got my paycheck

I GOT MY PAYCHECK, uh

Why you wanna cruise the city, 'fo?

Use my points, I'm heading out the doe

To the point where I can get away

The only number I would smoke is eight

DoorDash with the cookie, come in clutch

No pun intended, let me add a buck

Let me get a number three with no onions, dawg

Got the palette of a five-year-old, but

I got my paycheck, I got my paycheck, I got my paycheck, I got my paycheck

Give me time to rub it in, I love the feel

Goddamn, when I get real high

Cue the lights and pass the blunt to my friends

'Cause make sure that them lips stay dry

Loud as fuck, the neighbors knockin'

Dogs is barkin',

Now who the fuck are you?

Who me

Bitch, what the fuck? This is my house

I'm the wrong one you wanna ever see

I bought the chain from a crackhead

I promise I met him off 65th

His Facebook had a whole number in it

I swear to God, he seemed legitimate, aw

Two for two and a Faygo

Conversation with a hobo

Bro pullin' up in a stolo

That's why I walk on my tiptoes, but

I got my paycheck, listen

Straight week of coil hittin'

I know what I was missin'

Right now it feels like Christmas

So I won't check my balance

I want that other green

I might just fuck around and buy my own dispensary

This bitch opens this Sunday

I hope the crowds will grow

I'll never be Marshall Mathers

What the fuck do you take me for?

Here come my paycheck

Guess what time it is

Here come my paycheck

Here come my paycheck

Mm-hmm, my motherfuckin' paycheck, yeah

Here come my paycheck

Yeah

Here come my paycheck

All right

Yeah

Here come my paycheck

All right

Yeah

Here come my paycheck

All right

Pick me up in the ghetto

92 Geo Metro

Runnin' through all them red lights

Let the law know that we special

I've hated life, but I like it here

Grind the weed out and dry your tears

Cheer you up on this Friday

Pearl the wraps until the crease disappears

Why?

I got my paycheck, listen

Straight week of coil hittin'

I know what I was missin'

Today it feels like Christmas

So I won't check my balance

I want that other green

I think I'm bored enough to purchase that dispensary

This bitch opens this Sunday

I hope the crowds will grow

Yeah, maybe not too big

'Cause I tend to sell out on Congo Road

And I won't hold ill intent

'Cause this is strictly business

I don't do no refunds

Four quarters, four of them incense

Well?

I got my paycheck, listen

Straight week of coil hittin'

I know what I was missin'

Right now it feels like Christmas

So I won't check my balance

I want that other green

I think I'll fuck around and buy my own dispensary

This bitch opens this Sunday

Maybe someday they'll grow

I'll never be Marshall Mathers

What the fuck do you take me for?

I got my paycheck

I got my paycheck

I got my paycheck

I got my paycheck