who u know - payroll giovanni & peezy lyrics
[intro: hbk kid]
get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
make a k!llin’ off a phone? b*tch, who you know?
livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, b*tch, who you know?
[verse 1: peezy & payroll giovanni]
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 .50, b*tch, i’m fresh out the trenches
nothin’ like you rap n*ggas, i get mine independent (yuh)
ask about ‘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 n*gga 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 give me some money, them n*ggas gettin’ high (n*ggas playin’)
i’ve been ballin’ so long, i’m d*mn near gettin’ tired
[chorus: hbk kid]
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 muf*cka’ sale and miss a show?
who you know could take all his jewelry off and get a hoe?
b*tch, who you know?
get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
make a k!llin’ off a phone? b*tch, who you know?
livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, b*tch, who you know?
[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
n*ggas ballin’ way back with carti’s, n*ggas 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 (h*llo)
at the light, shades on, b*tches say i look mean (you look mean)
no, 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 rollie 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, h*lla*, van[?], peezy huddled up, you know it’s big (yuh)
who you think brought the industry to the crib, n*gga?
[chorus: hbk kid]
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 muf*cka’ sale and miss a show?
who you know could take all his jewelry off and get a hoe?
b*tch, who you know?
get ‘em in and get ‘em gone, who you know?
make a k!llin’ off a phone? b*tch, who you know?
livin’ right off doin’ wrong, who you know?
gettin’ paid while sittin’ at home, b*tch, who you know?
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