Payroll (feat. Payroll Giovanni)

Tee Grizzley

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    [Tee Grizzley]
    Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it
    When we slide all choppers, they know how I'm coming
    Tried to hide at his momma's, they know how I'm coming
    Sent you a picture of her house, come out, dummy
    Hit-boy

    Spray on cologne (what's that?)
    That's eleven hundred (okay)
    The shoe on my feet, a pound a run, dior runners (wooh)
    My whole 'fit cost about ten bands
    All together 60 racks, I got 50 in my pants
    I, looked up to payroll growin', lil' bitch I'm from the d
    Play with the yayo growin' up, lil' bitch I'm from the streets
    Lil' bro be bangin' and you know how my lil' nigga bleed
    Put on that mask, knock on your door, this ain't no trick or treat
    Them niggas out here broke, I promise I don't feel sorry
    You ain't show up on no money but you showed up to the party (bankrolls)
    Broke ass niggas, I don't feel sorry for you
    Barely legally retarded, every month they boy get money, ayy
    Can't let no hoe get in my head 'cause ain't no hoe in me
    And get the fuck out asap when you get off your knees
    In Miami, me and zoey on them skis
    We ain't out here havin' fun, we out here lookin' for some keys, nigga
    I heard they floatin' 'round them water, had to come and see (I did)
    Clean nigga in every way but I got dirty piece (smoke)
    Nigga owe me, make 'em roll and he gon' work for free (on gang)
    You cut me off, it hurt but you hurt yourself more than me (bitch)
    Niggas praise and respect too much hoe shit (too much hoe shit)
    He too friendly with the opps, get 'em both zip (get 'em both)
    Hot nigga, keep a cold bitch, froze rich
    Granny called like: You on the news, I'm like: Oh shit
    Let me hit that shit, now you can say you fucked a killer bitch (bitch)
    They ain't with us, they against us, fuck them niggas bitch (fuck 'em)
    Jumpin' out the Benz truck with the cutter nigga (grrra)
    'Cause every day it's a new reason not to trust these niggas
    Ain't nobody gettin' away with doin' no bitch shit (at all)
    I don't drink 'cause I get drunk and I talk big shit
    Sneak dissin' won't do shit but get your bitch hit
    When you see me shut your mouth or get your shit split (boy)
    Do my dirt by myself don't need assistance (don't need assistance)
    You hatin' me and I don't know that you exist, bitch (don't even know)
    She text her homegirl like: Look at wrist, bitch
    She text back: I seen him first, get off his dick, bitch
    Criminal or millionaires, nigga I'm both
    When you come that, they follow you, you know how it go
    I know exactly where I'm from and who I am, I ain't ashamed
    But the love ain't the same after fame, that's a shame
    I be fresh but I ain't gunna, give a fuck about no clothes
    Swear I care 'bout everything but give a fuck about no hoe
    Listen we is not the same, you say: Door, I say: Dough
    You say: Floor, I say: Flow, you say: For sure, I say: Fasho
    Niggas diss rap niggas but they don't show up to no show
    Your momma must've been a hoe 'cause you call everybody bro
    I only wanna hit her 'cause she thinkin' she fine
    Looks matter, shit if God don't like ugly, why should I? (aye bitch)

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    Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it (they know)
    When we slide all choppers, they know how I'm coming (they know)
    Tried to hide at his momma's, they know how I'm coming (what?)
    Sent you a picture of her house, come out, dummy (grrra)

    [Payroll Giovanni]
    When you see me, I'm with the same team
    And I still got my clientele from my mid-teens
    Gotta watch for them people, they tryna pin kings
    If they livin' like kingpins, with some legit dreams
    I started out small time but I had big dreams
    I used to nickel and dime, right on my ten speed
    She compare the man to pay, I told her: Bitch, please
    You begged the hoe to stay, I told her: Bitch, leave
    This watch over thirty k, this a brick sleeve
    This a small beneficial when you big league
    You flipped the script on your people, I just filp g's
    I used to fill fiends needles, now they feelin' me
    They like: Oh, yeah, fenkell in this bitch
    If his watch melt, we gon' be sinkin' in this bitch
    The game natural to me, I be seasonin' this shit
    You just in the way, what is your reason to exist?
    Three niggas with me but we leavin' in the 6
    Might see me on 5 mile, fleein' from a flip
    Smellin' like new money, reekin' through a fit
    Count money, stash money then retreat to a trip (nigga)

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