Payroll (feat. Payroll Giovanni)

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, like come outside, dummy
 Spray on cologne (What's that?)
 That's 11,100 (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 ki's, 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 just say you fucked a killer bitch (Bitch)
 They ain't with us, they against us, fuck them niggas bitch (Fuck 'em)
 Jumpin' out that 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 from 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? (Ayy bitch)
 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, like come outside, dummy (Grrra)
 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, what's a 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 30K, this a brick sleeve
 This some small benefit 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, finkle 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 six
 Might see me on fire, might fling from a flip
 Smellin' like new money, reekin' through a fit
 Count money, stash money then retreat to a trip (Nigga)