Mail Long Payroll Giovanni & Cardo (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: Payroll Giovanni]
Yeah
You know
There come a point in life, where you just gotta get money
Block all that bullshit (BYLUG)
You just gotta get ya mail long
Only hustlas gonna relate tho
Detroit to the bay (come on)
Four one

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Fuck these bitches nigga get yo paper
I grew up in the trenches with dope fiend neighbors
Now it’s big cribs bitch, I got acres
She diggin’ how I live but I can’t save her
Came up off dropping pounds like weight trainers
I’m tryna get rich, nigga fuck being famous
Fully loaded coupe, naw this ain’t no basic
Presi on my wrist, naw this ain’t no stainless
We wrap up work then ship that shit
Do a bunch a dirt then forget that shit
Thousand dollar shirt, let me get that bitch
Cash it out and didn't see if I can fit that shit
I run with movers and shakers, you losers is waiters
I smell like money, you should get used to this fragrance
I was young coppin’ from work niggas well known
Just a lil’ nigga trying to get my mail long