Nish - Pay To Win Lyrics
Nish - Pay To Win Lyrics
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Look
It's pay to win
Gotta play my cards to overdraft
Gotta play my cards to overdraft till the flow of the blood blue tint
Can't sleep through life or keep it quiet man I ain't been the same man since
Jack Jack Jacked that queen, left 10 on seen 'cause they really ain't fit for
Hold up, wait, what's a king to a god
Just got back from the Selfridge years, walked out with a brand new watch
Got your girl on my socials, she ain't local but she know my
Every move like chess, 10 steps ahead, when I move my knight on the board then the king gets dropped
Look, it just rinse and repeat
These other mandem, I heard them spit and it makes me sick to my teeth
Fightin' over these women, man, there's plenty more fish in the
Come on, there's plenty more fish in the sea
Perhaps that's a figure of speech
My Habibi ting wholesome but she dropped the ball like a pinball machine
Nearly flew her out from Egypt till she tried selling me a pyramid scheme
Said she be needin' a king and all that I need is a queen
But I can't go global, saving ho-ho-hos like it's Christmas Eve
Look
It's pay to win
Gotta play my cards to overdraft
Gotta play my cards to overdraft till the flow of the blood blue tint
Can't sleep through life or keep it quiet man I ain't been the same man since
Jack Jack Jacked that queen, left 10 on seen 'cause they really ain't fit for
I got 10 on my back, getting Messi on the track
I can be a bit offensive, I'm just running the attack
With a passion for the racks and a stunning hate for tax
No Christian get the ricks in, tryna ball till I collapse
The chain go brr
The ice go brr
The watch go brr
Eyes go blur
How many times have I stepped in clean with the vetements jeans and the watch Le Coultre
Step out, black fit, discrete, police, they saying I've got some nerve
I'm sippin Bacardi, fine lil narni she tellin me bae okurr
I don't be sippin syrup, I just be sippin on Don Perignon for sure
She think I'm the cure, to all of her problems bae I wouldn't be so sure
She said she's speechless, way that I smell, I'm thinkin it's more than words
I'm in the vette fast skrt, reverse, thinkin I need a chauffeur
I'm rockin that rick, to hide my blick
Windows tint, to match the fit
Fit for a king, my brand new bitch
Ride with my clique, I'm way too rich
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Look
It's pay to win
Gotta play my cards to overdraft
Gotta play my cards to overdraft till the flow of the blood blue tint
Can't sleep through life or keep it quiet man I ain't been the same man since
Jack Jack Jacked that queen, left 10 on seen 'cause they really ain't fit for
Hold up, wait, what's a king to a god
Just got back from the Selfridge years, walked out with a brand new watch
Got your girl on my socials, she ain't local but she know my
Every move like chess, 10 steps ahead, when I move my knight on the board then the king gets dropped
Look, it just rinse and repeat
These other mandem, I heard them spit and it makes me sick to my teeth
Fightin' over these women, man, there's plenty more fish in the
Come on, there's plenty more fish in the sea
Perhaps that's a figure of speech
My Habibi ting wholesome but she dropped the ball like a pinball machine
Nearly flew her out from Egypt till she tried selling me a pyramid scheme
Said she be needin' a king and all that I need is a queen
But I can't go global, saving ho-ho-hos like it's Christmas Eve
Look
It's pay to win
Gotta play my cards to overdraft
Gotta play my cards to overdraft till the flow of the blood blue tint
Can't sleep through life or keep it quiet man I ain't been the same man since
Jack Jack Jacked that queen, left 10 on seen 'cause they really ain't fit for
I got 10 on my back, getting Messi on the track
I can be a bit offensive, I'm just running the attack
With a passion for the racks and a stunning hate for tax
No Christian get the ricks in, tryna ball till I collapse
The chain go brr
The ice go brr
The watch go brr
Eyes go blur
How many times have I stepped in clean with the vetements jeans and the watch Le Coultre
Step out, black fit, discrete, police, they saying I've got some nerve
I'm sippin Bacardi, fine lil narni she tellin me bae okurr
I don't be sippin syrup, I just be sippin on Don Perignon for sure
She think I'm the cure, to all of her problems bae I wouldn't be so sure
She said she's speechless, way that I smell, I'm thinkin it's more than words
I'm in the vette fast skrt, reverse, thinkin I need a chauffeur
I'm rockin that rick, to hide my blick
Windows tint, to match the fit
Fit for a king, my brand new bitch
Ride with my clique, I'm way too rich
It's pay to win
Gotta play my cards to overdraft
Gotta play my cards to overdraft till the flow of the blood blue tint
Can't sleep through life or keep it quiet man I ain't been the same man since
Jack Jack Jacked that queen, left 10 on seen 'cause they really ain't fit for
Hold up, wait, what's a king to a god
Just got back from the Selfridge years, walked out with a brand new watch
Got your girl on my socials, she ain't local but she know my
Every move like chess, 10 steps ahead, when I move my knight on the board then the king gets dropped
Look, it just rinse and repeat
These other mandem, I heard them spit and it makes me sick to my teeth
Fightin' over these women, man, there's plenty more fish in the
Come on, there's plenty more fish in the sea
Perhaps that's a figure of speech
My Habibi ting wholesome but she dropped the ball like a pinball machine
Nearly flew her out from Egypt till she tried selling me a pyramid scheme
Said she be needin' a king and all that I need is a queen
But I can't go global, saving ho-ho-hos like it's Christmas Eve
Look
It's pay to win
Gotta play my cards to overdraft
Gotta play my cards to overdraft till the flow of the blood blue tint
Can't sleep through life or keep it quiet man I ain't been the same man since
Jack Jack Jacked that queen, left 10 on seen 'cause they really ain't fit for
I got 10 on my back, getting Messi on the track
I can be a bit offensive, I'm just running the attack
With a passion for the racks and a stunning hate for tax
No Christian get the ricks in, tryna ball till I collapse
The chain go brr
The ice go brr
The watch go brr
Eyes go blur
How many times have I stepped in clean with the vetements jeans and the watch Le Coultre
Step out, black fit, discrete, police, they saying I've got some nerve
I'm sippin Bacardi, fine lil narni she tellin me bae okurr
I don't be sippin syrup, I just be sippin on Don Perignon for sure
She think I'm the cure, to all of her problems bae I wouldn't be so sure
She said she's speechless, way that I smell, I'm thinkin it's more than words
I'm in the vette fast skrt, reverse, thinkin I need a chauffeur
I'm rockin that rick, to hide my blick
Windows tint, to match the fit
Fit for a king, my brand new bitch
Ride with my clique, I'm way too rich
Writer: Nish Bhardwaj, Varun Bhardwaj, Manu Hari
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Nish
Featuring: BBMojo, ECHO
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Nish Bhardwaj, Varun Bhardwaj, Manu Hari