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outlets - payroll giovanni lyrics

[intro]
h*lluva made this beat, baby

[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
(4*1)
started in the slums, now we spend funds in golden sun
n*ggas goin’ broke to keep up, when we just spendin’ crumbs
n*ggas just expensive bums sizin’ up a boss
jealous n*ggas get heated, now they despise me ‘cause of frost (f*ck ‘em)
never cried about a loss, i just kept it pushin’ (yuh)
movin’ swift like i know for sure the feds lookin’ (i know they lookin’)
‘cause you never know, i park in the coupe, louis from head to toe (yeah)
ridin’ down evergreen with the dweller on and several rolls (rose gold)
flew out to cali, i don’t want those, it’s better bows (nah)
how can i be cheap with a thousand dollar sweater on? (how can i?)
i never folded when the pressure’s on (never)
my street past set it stone, you a n0body, boy, move along (boy)
i probably sold stone to you n*ggas mamas
every crew we either got money with or was involved in drama (facts)
you got some hustle ‘bout yourself, but your dog a problem (i see it)
i suggest before it get worse, you solve the problem (cut him off)

[chorus: biancé badd & payroll giovanni]
i was on my knuckles when the bag came (on my knuckles)
never switched up when the cash came (never)
“gettin’ money” should be my last name (gettin’ money)
real money makin’ n*ggas always keep out*lets and plugs
real money makin’ n*ggas always keep out*lets and plugs, yeah
[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
never ran off once, and i don’t owe no tabs
n*ggas can’t say that they made me, and that’s what make n*ggas mad
i used to weigh up the ten, now i lay by the sand (yeah)
on the phone with my dog about my legitimate plans
we ain’t got the same views, i’m a grown ass man (yuh)
we ain’t got the same coupe, this a extra twenty bands (coupe)
we don’t rock the same kit, nah, it’s water in the bands
yours that thunderstorm sh*t, h*lla cloudy, boy, d*mn
i’m a bag shaker, i made it last with my last paper (yeah)
when you gettin’ cash, you gon’ have love and have haters (f*ck ‘em)
a small fraction of n*ggas loyal but half traitors
sayin’ you real, because you said yes to asked favors (yes man)
the minute it’s no, this n*gga a ho (ho)
it’s so stressful for a n*gga with dough, but you don’t know (you don’t know)
louis coat, you can’t get this from no outlet, ‘cause
this the results when you good with your outlets and plugs

- payroll giovanni lyrics

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