[Verse 1]
My teacher talk bad on me said I won’t be shit
Seen her ass at Twelve Oaks looking like she want a dick
Fake ice in your Rollie it’s a broken wrist
I see you tryna flex but I act like I don’t notice it
I’m focusing getting more dough than I’m s’posed to get
You calling me your bro and shit but really you a hoe and shit
.45 on the side no this ain’t a broken hip
Still runnin' D ain’t really shit that my brother missed
Hunnid set my new piece glue hoes with it
Running ice through that bitch now I’m bout to flow with it
Reaching through my jewelry box say I’m gold digging
Pockets greener than a garden got the hoes digging
A long sentence since ballin was a crime
You fake ass ballers only ballin in your mind
You bitch ain’t make it to my bitch you call that hoe a dime
I fucked her in the bathroom I’m stalling all the time
When I was 19 I was ballin anytime
And I start storing money walking all around
Starters made it rain hoes, clownin' on the grind
Bout to hit the A20 deep it’s ballers all around
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Ain't shit a label or a local drug dealer here can offer me
Told my plug hold on, Def Jam keep callin me
Told them if the deal ain't M's they ain't soughtin me
Why these niggas think they fucking with me, man it bothers me
You don’t wanna get rich you just rather take pics
You don’t wanna ride coupes, you just rather ride dicks
Been staying outta bullshit, philosophy is easy
If they ain’t spending money they don’t need to see me
Mounted n' curved TV’s on condo walls
I’m independent, I ain’t got no boss
I bounced back on the bitches for my macho loss
And popped up on the rocket head Honcho Frost
You a hating ass nigga but that’s not your fault
It’s in your DNA, your petty ass pop probably hated who moved the key in day
Used to trip when we ain’t yay
Stumbled on a G a day
Thuggin the block with young niggas that’d squeeze a K
My teacher talk bad on me said I won’t be shit
Seen her ass at Twelve Oaks looking like she want a dick
Fake ice in your Rollie it’s a broken wrist
I see you tryna flex but I act like I don’t notice it
I’m focusing getting more dough than I’m s’posed to get
You calling me your bro and shit but really you a hoe and shit
.45 on the side no this ain’t a broken hip
Still runnin' D ain’t really shit that my brother missed
Hunnid set my new piece glue hoes with it
Running ice through that bitch now I’m bout to flow with it
Reaching through my jewelry box say I’m gold digging
Pockets greener than a garden got the hoes digging
A long sentence since ballin was a crime
You fake ass ballers only ballin in your mind
You bitch ain’t make it to my bitch you call that hoe a dime
I fucked her in the bathroom I’m stalling all the time
When I was 19 I was ballin anytime
And I start storing money walking all around
Starters made it rain hoes, clownin' on the grind
Bout to hit the A20 deep it’s ballers all around
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Ain't shit a label or a local drug dealer here can offer me
Told my plug hold on, Def Jam keep callin me
Told them if the deal ain't M's they ain't soughtin me
Why these niggas think they fucking with me, man it bothers me
You don’t wanna get rich you just rather take pics
You don’t wanna ride coupes, you just rather ride dicks
Been staying outta bullshit, philosophy is easy
If they ain’t spending money they don’t need to see me
Mounted n' curved TV’s on condo walls
I’m independent, I ain’t got no boss
I bounced back on the bitches for my macho loss
And popped up on the rocket head Honcho Frost
You a hating ass nigga but that’s not your fault
It’s in your DNA, your petty ass pop probably hated who moved the key in day
Used to trip when we ain’t yay
Stumbled on a G a day
Thuggin the block with young niggas that’d squeeze a K
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