CEO Flo Potter Payper (Ft. Rimzee)

[Intro: Potter Payper]
[?], yo
Cold, yo

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
When they used to act like, said they couldn't see me before
Had to barricade the bando, send fiends to the door
For a pipe, I had spice-heads cleanin' my floor
Had to hit the road runnin', I'll sleep in the morn'
I was so broke, now I mix McQueen and Dior
I drummed the whole game, fuck the key to the door
Put my head on my mat and I speak to the Lord
I don't wanna sell crap, wanna go, wanna tour
I wanna make my nan proud, maybe win an award
When you live, you mature and you get sick of the talk
Six bells in the tray, six bells like
Six in thе morn', they can't act like
Say I nevеr licked it before
And I ain't vouchin' even if we done business before
Bro heard me on the radio and kicked off his door
Now I'm back, just a bit more drip than before
Never put my lips on a whore, that's distasteful
Never had a gal who's been faithful
Back then all I ever needed was an 8-ball
I turned it to a brick house, they shoulda been grateful
I said they shoulda been grateful