Payroll Giovanni, Peezy - Fuck Em All lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Payroll Giovanni, Peezy - Fuck Em All lyrics]
Get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
Make a killin’ off a phone, bitch
who you know?
Livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
Gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, bitch
Who you know?
Me and Pay, we worth
Some tickets, talkin’ money, i’m with it
(Yuh) pulled up in a drop and left
The roof home – suspended (yeah)
Cuttin’ hair with
Grands fresh out the blender
(Fresh out the blender)
Still carry ‘round fifty, bitch
I’m fresh out the trenches
Nothin’ like you rap niggas
I get mine independent (Yuh)
Ask about me ‘round town
I’m certified and official (yeah)
I run the east and pay the man on the west
We demand our respect (Demand it)
Got a nigga whole advance on my neck (yeah)
In Revive, spendin’ bands on sweats, yeah
The AMIRI kind (AMIRI)
We came from trappin’
Now the bidness all legitimized (We legit)
I’ma get me some money
Them niggas gettin’ high (Niggas playin’)
I’ve been ballin’ so long
I’m damn near gettin’ tired
Who you know rock minks to the floor?
Who you know’ll drop the top in the winter
In the snow?
Who you know’ll bust a mofuckin’
Sale and miss a show?
Who you know could take all his
Jewelry off and get a ho?
Bitch, who you know?
Get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
Make a killin’ off a phone, bitch
Who you know?
Livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
Gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, bitch
Who you know?
We was ballin’ way back with
Carti’s, niggas hate that, we sorry
(Sorry)
Next whip, I’m either goin’ Maybach or ‘Rarri
(Yuh)
Might just get both, whatever floats my boat
Came up off rap, Kush, dope, and coke (yeah)
Doin’ 90 in the coupe, I just checked my spot
Drop top
Kids pointin’ when I fly down the block
(There he go) chain blingin’ from the sun
On the phone with Bling (Hello)
At the light, shades on
Bitches say I look mean (You look mean)
Nah, I’m tryna add up some cash I scooped
I got five from him, another five from dude
(Okay) ten stacks in my pocket
‘bout to head to the crib platinum Roley on
The only thing stainless is the fridge
I ain’t on Bad Boy, but I used to sell bigs
(yeah) when I’m talkin’ "good boy
" I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout kids (Nah)
Me, Hella, and Peezy huddled up
You know it’s big (Yuh)
Who you think brought the
Industry to the crib, nigga?
Who you know rock minks to the floor?
Who you know’ll drop the top in the winter
In the snow?
Who you know’ll bust a mofuckin’
Sale and miss a show?
Who you know could take all his
Jewelry off and get a ho?
Bitch, who you know?
Get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
Make a killin’ off a phone, bitch
Who you know?
Livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
Gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, bitch
Who you know?
Make a killin’ off a phone, bitch
who you know?
Livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
Gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, bitch
Who you know?
Me and Pay, we worth
Some tickets, talkin’ money, i’m with it
(Yuh) pulled up in a drop and left
The roof home – suspended (yeah)
Cuttin’ hair with
Grands fresh out the blender
(Fresh out the blender)
Still carry ‘round fifty, bitch
I’m fresh out the trenches
Nothin’ like you rap niggas
I get mine independent (Yuh)
Ask about me ‘round town
I’m certified and official (yeah)
I run the east and pay the man on the west
We demand our respect (Demand it)
Got a nigga whole advance on my neck (yeah)
In Revive, spendin’ bands on sweats, yeah
The AMIRI kind (AMIRI)
We came from trappin’
Now the bidness all legitimized (We legit)
I’ma get me some money
Them niggas gettin’ high (Niggas playin’)
I’ve been ballin’ so long
I’m damn near gettin’ tired
Who you know rock minks to the floor?
Who you know’ll drop the top in the winter
In the snow?
Who you know’ll bust a mofuckin’
Sale and miss a show?
Who you know could take all his
Jewelry off and get a ho?
Bitch, who you know?
Get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
Make a killin’ off a phone, bitch
Who you know?
Livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
Gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, bitch
Who you know?
We was ballin’ way back with
Carti’s, niggas hate that, we sorry
(Sorry)
Next whip, I’m either goin’ Maybach or ‘Rarri
(Yuh)
Might just get both, whatever floats my boat
Came up off rap, Kush, dope, and coke (yeah)
Doin’ 90 in the coupe, I just checked my spot
Drop top
Kids pointin’ when I fly down the block
(There he go) chain blingin’ from the sun
On the phone with Bling (Hello)
At the light, shades on
Bitches say I look mean (You look mean)
Nah, I’m tryna add up some cash I scooped
I got five from him, another five from dude
(Okay) ten stacks in my pocket
‘bout to head to the crib platinum Roley on
The only thing stainless is the fridge
I ain’t on Bad Boy, but I used to sell bigs
(yeah) when I’m talkin’ "good boy
" I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout kids (Nah)
Me, Hella, and Peezy huddled up
You know it’s big (Yuh)
Who you think brought the
Industry to the crib, nigga?
Who you know rock minks to the floor?
Who you know’ll drop the top in the winter
In the snow?
Who you know’ll bust a mofuckin’
Sale and miss a show?
Who you know could take all his
Jewelry off and get a ho?
Bitch, who you know?
Get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
Make a killin’ off a phone, bitch
Who you know?
Livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
Gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, bitch
Who you know?