Tee Grizzley, Payroll Giovanni - Payroll lyrics

Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it
When we slide all choppers
They know how I'm comin'
Tried to hide at his mama's
Ain't no hidin' from me
Sent you a picture of
Her house, like,  come outside,  dummy
Hit-Boy

Spray on cologne 
(What's that?) , that's eleven hundred (Okay)
The shoes on my feet, a pound of Runtz
Dior runners (Woo)
My whole 'fit cost about ten bands
All together sixty racks 'cause I
Got fifty in my pants i looked up to Payroll
Growin' up, lil' bitch, i'm from the D (4-1)
Play with that 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 shit ain't trick or treat
The niggas out here broke
I promise I don't feel sorry
You ain't show up on no money
But you showed up to that party (Backwards)
Broke ass nigga, I don't feel sorry for you
Barely legally retarded, every month
That boy get money, ayy
Can't let no ho get in my head
'cause ain't no ho in me (No more)
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 the 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 ho shit
(Too much ho shit)
He too friendly with the opps
Get 'em both zip (Get 'em both)
Hot nigga, keep a cold bitch, froze wrist
Granny called like, "You on the
News, " I'm like, "Oh, shit"
(The fuck?) 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 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 (Adult)
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 his wrist, bitch"
She text back, "I seen him
First, get off his dick, bitch"
Criminals or millionaires? Nigga, I'm both
When you come from that, it 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 ho
Listen, we is not the same, you say "door"
I say "dough" you say "floor", I say "flow"
You say "for sure", i say "fa'sho"
Niggas diss rap niggas
But they won't show up to no show
Your mama must've been a ho
'cause you call everybody bro
I only wanna hit her 'cause
She thick and 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 mama's
Ain't no hidin' from me (What?)
Sent you a picture of her
House, like, come outside, dummy
(Grrra, 4-1)

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 off small-time
But I had big dreams
I used to nickel and dime
Right on my ten-speed
She compared her man to Pay
I told her, "Bitch, please"
You begged the ho to stay, I told the bitch
"Leave"
This watch over thirty K, this a brick sleeve
This some small beneficial when
You big league
You flipped the script on your people
I just flip 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 been 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 Five Mile fleein' from a flip
Smellin' like new money
Reekin' through a 'fit count money
Stash money then retreat to a trip (Nigga)