
What I’m On B-Win (Ft. Payroll Giovanni & Rio Da Yung OG)
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[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded niggas in my posse
Nigga act like he the plug in accountin’ (Nigga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded niggas in my posse
Nigga act like he the plug in accountin’ (Nigga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
You ain’t on what I’m on, boy, I’m grown, move along (Fuck on)
You the type to say some hot shit on the phone (Get off my phone)
I’m the type to leave the jeweler with some VS stones
The watch get blown, we bosses, boy, watch your tone (Yuh)
Keep a hustle, and your knot gon’ grow
Around them niggas, though, you not gon’ grow
He fuck with enemies? He not your bro (Nah)
Watch your [?] when colors is shown
Had a spot down in Tennessee movin’ the strong (Yuh)
For years straight, hatin’ niggas – I’ve been provin’ ‘em wrong
Makin’ ‘em sick, laughin’ when they hate to a bitch (Ha!)
I take a loss, then I’m breakin’ a brick down to kibbles and bits
You ain’t on what we on, then get away from the clique, nigga
Pooh, you a fool for this one (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded niggas in my posse
Nigga act like he the plug in accountin’ (Nigga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded niggas in my posse
Nigga act like he the plug in accountin’ (Nigga ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
You ain’t on what I’m on, boy, I’m grown, move along (Fuck on)
You the type to say some hot shit on the phone (Get off my phone)
I’m the type to leave the jeweler with some VS stones
The watch get blown, we bosses, boy, watch your tone (Yuh)
Keep a hustle, and your knot gon’ grow
Around them niggas, though, you not gon’ grow
He fuck with enemies? He not your bro (Nah)
Watch your [?] when colors is shown
Had a spot down in Tennessee movin’ the strong (Yuh)
For years straight, hatin’ niggas – I’ve been provin’ ‘em wrong
Makin’ ‘em sick, laughin’ when they hate to a bitch (Ha!)
I take a loss, then I’m breakin’ a brick down to kibbles and bits
You ain’t on what we on, then get away from the clique, nigga
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