Payroll Giovanni, Peezy - Separate lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Payroll Giovanni, Peezy - Separate lyrics]
Yeah, Ghetto Rich Niggas
You already know what’s goin’ on
(Let’s do it)
Payroll on the mofuckin’ beat, nigga
(yeah, yeah, uh)
Havin’ way too much paper (Uh huh)
Too much ice (Yuh)
First things first, let’s get
To work, I done came up, niggas’ hurt
(They hurt) bag touch end of the month
I just re’d up on the 1st (yeah)
Sippin’ out a half-pint
While I cook a half chirp (Drank)
You run off with that work
And your new car gon’ be a hearse
Sold a thousand half-moons
Now it’s stars on my shirt (Givenchy)
Used to ride the Megabus to put
New cars on the curb (yeah)
Bitch, I motivate the ghetto
All my niggas only hope (Facts)
Bitch asked me what’s my name
Call me anything but broke (Bitch)
Got my feet on niggas neck
(yeah) , a kilo on my chest (A ki)
Got ‘bout sixty on my wrist, bitch
This ain’t my only kit (Nah)
Let them niggas chase hoes
I sit back and let ‘em pick (I’m chillin’)
Used to crawl on marble floors when
My uncle had the bricks (yeah)
I’m a legend, I came up out the ghetto
Ain’t have no choice (Nah)
Starin’ at this water on my neck
It got the hoes moist (Wet)
In Miami, drunk as hell
Crawlin’ out a Rolls Royce (Facts)
I don’t use my watch to tell
The time, ‘cause it’s froze, boy
It’s time to separate the
Workers from the bosses (yeah)
The niggas who be doin’ it
And the niggas who just talkin’ (Talkin’)
The niggas who be bullshittin’
And the niggas who be ballin’ (Ballin’)
The niggas who be dealin’
And the ones who doin’ fraud shit
(Let’s separate ‘em)
It’s time to separate the real from the fake
(Yuh) the ones who happy for us from
The niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from
The niggas who got pape- (Pape)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones
Who got weight (Let’s get it) , bitch
(4-1) i don’t kill ten niggas in a verse
But I could show you how to make
A good ten on the 1st (On the 1st)
I know I could get you whacked with a smirk
But the heat you gon’ bring don’t
Even match what you worth (Ain’t worth it)
I’m gettin’ money, life’s lovely
I don’t fuck with dummies (Nah)
Jeopardize what I got goin’
Then get the fuck from me (Fuck on)
We wise guys and organized
If we committin’ crimes
But we just rhyme, delete that, y’all
I was lyin’ (Here we go)
Last spotted in the coupe, flyin’
Pulled up to the club like Buddy Love
Got out and skilled the whole line
My pockets used to be swole off of sold dimes
Now, when I wear half my jewelry
It blow they whole mind (Damn)
The only time you niggas on
Is when you online rose gold on
Lookin’ like I found a gold mine (Yuh)
Baby, I’m Giovanni, I don’t need a cosign
(Hell nah) these niggas usin’ the work
And me? I sold mines
It’s time to separate the
Workers from the bosses (yeah)
The niggas who be doin’ it
And the niggas who just talkin’ (Talkin’)
The niggas who be bullshittin’
And the niggas who be ballin’ (Ballin’)
The niggas who be dealin’
And the ones who doin’ fraud shit
(Let’s separate ‘em)
It’s time to separate the real from the fake
(Yuh) the ones who happy for us from
The niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from
The niggas who got pape- (Pape)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones
Who got weight (Let’s get it) , bitch
You already know what’s goin’ on
(Let’s do it)
Payroll on the mofuckin’ beat, nigga
(yeah, yeah, uh)
Havin’ way too much paper (Uh huh)
Too much ice (Yuh)
First things first, let’s get
To work, I done came up, niggas’ hurt
(They hurt) bag touch end of the month
I just re’d up on the 1st (yeah)
Sippin’ out a half-pint
While I cook a half chirp (Drank)
You run off with that work
And your new car gon’ be a hearse
Sold a thousand half-moons
Now it’s stars on my shirt (Givenchy)
Used to ride the Megabus to put
New cars on the curb (yeah)
Bitch, I motivate the ghetto
All my niggas only hope (Facts)
Bitch asked me what’s my name
Call me anything but broke (Bitch)
Got my feet on niggas neck
(yeah) , a kilo on my chest (A ki)
Got ‘bout sixty on my wrist, bitch
This ain’t my only kit (Nah)
Let them niggas chase hoes
I sit back and let ‘em pick (I’m chillin’)
Used to crawl on marble floors when
My uncle had the bricks (yeah)
I’m a legend, I came up out the ghetto
Ain’t have no choice (Nah)
Starin’ at this water on my neck
It got the hoes moist (Wet)
In Miami, drunk as hell
Crawlin’ out a Rolls Royce (Facts)
I don’t use my watch to tell
The time, ‘cause it’s froze, boy
It’s time to separate the
Workers from the bosses (yeah)
The niggas who be doin’ it
And the niggas who just talkin’ (Talkin’)
The niggas who be bullshittin’
And the niggas who be ballin’ (Ballin’)
The niggas who be dealin’
And the ones who doin’ fraud shit
(Let’s separate ‘em)
It’s time to separate the real from the fake
(Yuh) the ones who happy for us from
The niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from
The niggas who got pape- (Pape)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones
Who got weight (Let’s get it) , bitch
(4-1) i don’t kill ten niggas in a verse
But I could show you how to make
A good ten on the 1st (On the 1st)
I know I could get you whacked with a smirk
But the heat you gon’ bring don’t
Even match what you worth (Ain’t worth it)
I’m gettin’ money, life’s lovely
I don’t fuck with dummies (Nah)
Jeopardize what I got goin’
Then get the fuck from me (Fuck on)
We wise guys and organized
If we committin’ crimes
But we just rhyme, delete that, y’all
I was lyin’ (Here we go)
Last spotted in the coupe, flyin’
Pulled up to the club like Buddy Love
Got out and skilled the whole line
My pockets used to be swole off of sold dimes
Now, when I wear half my jewelry
It blow they whole mind (Damn)
The only time you niggas on
Is when you online rose gold on
Lookin’ like I found a gold mine (Yuh)
Baby, I’m Giovanni, I don’t need a cosign
(Hell nah) these niggas usin’ the work
And me? I sold mines
It’s time to separate the
Workers from the bosses (yeah)
The niggas who be doin’ it
And the niggas who just talkin’ (Talkin’)
The niggas who be bullshittin’
And the niggas who be ballin’ (Ballin’)
The niggas who be dealin’
And the ones who doin’ fraud shit
(Let’s separate ‘em)
It’s time to separate the real from the fake
(Yuh) the ones who happy for us from
The niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from
The niggas who got pape- (Pape)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones
Who got weight (Let’s get it) , bitch