Nothing nothing Payroll

(Intro)
Yeah bitch
It's young pook
Back
Let you bitches know y'all ain't nothin'
Stop frontin', actin' like you something, bitch
Yeah it's Mr (?)
Fuckin' with my nigga Payroll

(Verse)
(4-1)
Now I ain't one of them dudes that can say when I was broke these hoes wasn't choosin' (choosin')
Cause I still had 'em on my worst day (my worst day)
Even losin', a nigga wasn't losin' (no)
Now I'm California king snoozin', benz cruisin' (yeah)
Tycoonin', like Obama high movement (come on)
Diamond chains, layed up
All my niggas papered up
O's I used to weigh 'em up
Cop and hold and break it up (yeah)
Hoes wanna fondle me, cause I got a lot on me (yeah)
Plus I keep a nine on me, all the waiters follow me (where?)
Straight to my booth, cause imma tell 'em go bottle me (go bottles)
On patron just to entertain, no surroundin' me (yeah)
Baby why you hounding me?
Is it my name? (is it my name?)
Is it cause I'm in Givenchy from my jacket to sweats? (jacket to sweats)
I seen hoes forget the main reason why they blessed
Just off affiliation, the reason you progress (bitch)