
Dolla Signs Payroll Giovanni (Ft. Big Quis, Chef Tony & Doughboy Clay)
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[Intro] [Gold Diggin Girl]
"Ooh is that Payroll from Doughboyz Cashout?
Look at him with all ice and that Louis on, shit I know that's him
He gone pay some of these bills
Buy me some bags and shit, with his fine ass
I'm bout to go get on him, I look okay?
I'ma come up off this nigga"
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
It go one, two, three and to the four
I never gave a fuck about a money grubbin' hoe
She talking 'bout she mad at me, Im like "bitch so
You can pick up that little ass purse and hit the door"
All these hoes old news, rockin' the same old trues
Breaking they neck 'cause I just parked a day old coupe
Hop out, tats compliment the jewelry
4-1 P on the chain, it's yours truely (Bitch)
I heard you like niggas with nice shit
That drive nice whips, with a A1 ice kit (Okay)
I only wanna hit, she said "Damn nigga really?" (Straight up?)
I said why purp', shit I'm blunt like a Philly (Forreal)
I keep these hoes in line, might show 'em a good time
Pat-ron with lime, then I'ma coming behind
Then ima wake up and open up them Westin blinds
Can't help you out, but you're panties Ill help you find (Now get out!)
"Ooh is that Payroll from Doughboyz Cashout?
Look at him with all ice and that Louis on, shit I know that's him
He gone pay some of these bills
Buy me some bags and shit, with his fine ass
I'm bout to go get on him, I look okay?
I'ma come up off this nigga"
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
It go one, two, three and to the four
I never gave a fuck about a money grubbin' hoe
She talking 'bout she mad at me, Im like "bitch so
You can pick up that little ass purse and hit the door"
All these hoes old news, rockin' the same old trues
Breaking they neck 'cause I just parked a day old coupe
Hop out, tats compliment the jewelry
4-1 P on the chain, it's yours truely (Bitch)
I heard you like niggas with nice shit
That drive nice whips, with a A1 ice kit (Okay)
I only wanna hit, she said "Damn nigga really?" (Straight up?)
I said why purp', shit I'm blunt like a Philly (Forreal)
I keep these hoes in line, might show 'em a good time
Pat-ron with lime, then I'ma coming behind
Then ima wake up and open up them Westin blinds
Can't help you out, but you're panties Ill help you find (Now get out!)
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