paid in full - payroll giovanni & peezy lyrics
[intro: h*lluva]
like to welcome all my n*ggas from uptown, downtown
in*town, out of town, we got it goin’ on
h*lluva made this beat, baby!
we the last 4*1
it’s famous, baby! here we go!
it’s the world’s famous 35 *inaudible*
all my street n*ggas, all my playa n*ggas
all the n*ggas gettin’ paper
ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up, we gettin’ money
westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, [?], baby
[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
4*1
thinkin’ of a master plan
so, i can hit the dealership with my mans
i need the benz’s seats tan, and the jewels rose gold
all i need is one plug and two cellphones
i used to sell stones (yuh), hand*in*hand as a shorty
couldn’t settle there, i had to elevate my story (yeah)
we was gettin’ bags back when b*tches wore [?]
all these foreigns in the crew, i hope trump don’t deport me (please)
[bridge: payroll giovanni]
diamond chains tangled up, my neck be havin’ orgies (yuh)
work all on the table next to scales and the .40
left the rap alone, ‘cause this rap sh*t bore me
now, i’m back with more sh*t to talk, somebody please record me (please)
[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
rollie on my wrist and the chain got the matchin’ gold
could catch a bag over here before you catch a cold
we keep our circle glued tight, ain’t no latchin’ on
boy, we been the sh*t, bless your heart for just now catchin’ on (god bless you)
i’m from a hood, where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone (fink*)
flip a brick, switch whips, then we back at home (yuh)
and the ones that don’t hustle, they just grab the chrome
then, we hire them as muscle just to crack a dome (bop!)
i had to play with fire for this ice (yuh)
f*ck a ho, i need a supplier in my life (yeah)
“no, thank you” on them bricks, i retired from the white
that game include too many n*ggas wired up with mics, uh
my real k!llas – i don’t ever post (never)
just know they all ears when my name is spoke (yuh)
you better watch the n*ggas that you playin’ close (why?)
them the ones that gon’ spray you if i pay the most
[bridge: payroll giovanni]
back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket, passin’ in 6’s
laughin’ at n*ggas, these b*tches actin’ suspicious
in the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’, we flippin’
the chains dancin’ and tickin’, i got a passion to get it (boy)
[verse 3: payroll giovanni]
i don’t take shots at n*ggas (nah)
he feedin’ his family, why would i stop that n*gga?
that’s crab sh*t, a lot of n*ggas got it and then bash it
you say you had chips but actin’ like you never had sh*t
in high school, man, they swore it was my dad whip (ha)
years later, and they still on some mad sh*t (f*ck ‘em)
that’s bullsh*t, i’m on some stackin’, livin’ good sh*t
whole crew ballin’ on some paid in full sh*t (bylug)
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