[Intro]
Helluva made the beat, baby
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
For one P, I get [?]
No short cuts to ball, I'm in a full length [?]
Used to trap, take money from packs, and rap it up in the wrap
Now I'm in Cali, bagging up in the bag
In the spot, all we had was [?] heaters and straps
Now it's marbel on the floor, with the counter to match
Eating sushi while the money counters counting the stacks
Went from hoopties to a Benz with a strap on my lap
Patek on my wrist, but I'll sell it for [?]
Bricks re-up a couple times, buy some cribs and a new [?]
Was studdieing the game, and had time for that hoop shit
Call shots from a rooftop, while I'm in Ruth's Chris
In Six Mile, I'm good, 'cause they know me from Scooch clique
I'm on [?] ride round in that coupe six
[?] plugged in with them goons, bitch
The bosses back around, move inside and make room quick
[Verse 2 ?]
My wife won't keep her hands to herself, 'cause I'ma fight back
I took my son to Gucci, bought some shoes that cost a light stack
Y'all ain't no [?] where the fuck your niggas' ice at?
Hold on, hold on, let me start over, I ain't like that
'm rich [?] talking 'bout I look [?]
I bent her over, fucked her booty while [?]
[?] permition from her nigga, I just took her
You see this A.P. went for 70 like Devin Booker
This percie got me charged, I get to fucking like a [?]
I ain't got no time to beef with a nigga that ain't got no watch
I shot the last niggas for no reason, that was bro's opps
My blood [?] when I go cop
My bitches know I got the bitches, we be fucking bitches
I know who killed your man, but I shut up and mind my business
Everybody think I'm pimpin, but [?] got the hoes
Where the fuck you niggas [?] just got froze
Helluva made the beat, baby
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
For one P, I get [?]
No short cuts to ball, I'm in a full length [?]
Used to trap, take money from packs, and rap it up in the wrap
Now I'm in Cali, bagging up in the bag
In the spot, all we had was [?] heaters and straps
Now it's marbel on the floor, with the counter to match
Eating sushi while the money counters counting the stacks
Went from hoopties to a Benz with a strap on my lap
Patek on my wrist, but I'll sell it for [?]
Bricks re-up a couple times, buy some cribs and a new [?]
Was studdieing the game, and had time for that hoop shit
Call shots from a rooftop, while I'm in Ruth's Chris
In Six Mile, I'm good, 'cause they know me from Scooch clique
I'm on [?] ride round in that coupe six
[?] plugged in with them goons, bitch
The bosses back around, move inside and make room quick
[Verse 2 ?]
My wife won't keep her hands to herself, 'cause I'ma fight back
I took my son to Gucci, bought some shoes that cost a light stack
Y'all ain't no [?] where the fuck your niggas' ice at?
Hold on, hold on, let me start over, I ain't like that
'm rich [?] talking 'bout I look [?]
I bent her over, fucked her booty while [?]
[?] permition from her nigga, I just took her
You see this A.P. went for 70 like Devin Booker
This percie got me charged, I get to fucking like a [?]
I ain't got no time to beef with a nigga that ain't got no watch
I shot the last niggas for no reason, that was bro's opps
My blood [?] when I go cop
My bitches know I got the bitches, we be fucking bitches
I know who killed your man, but I shut up and mind my business
Everybody think I'm pimpin, but [?] got the hoes
Where the fuck you niggas [?] just got froze
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