Hobby Payroll Giovanni
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[Intro]
Doughboyz Cashout
For life, nigga
You heard what I said? For life
Shit ain't gon' stop
4-1
[Verse 1]
Rap was just a hobby, then it changed my life (Yup)
I was just fine rearrangin' white (Yeah)
And spendin' drug money in exchange for nights
My heart was pumpin' 'til I saw the narcs make a right
Damn, all the pounds are short? Let me make it right
I didn't even weigh 'em, shit, they fresh off of a flight (My fault)
What I owe you? 'Bout three or four zips?
I threw an extra half in on top of that shit (Yeah)
Sorry for the inconvenience, I'm 'bout bidness (Yuh)
This nigga don't rap, so no pictures (Don't take no pictures in here)
I was only rappin' to impress my niggas
Just to hear 'em go, "Ooh," to the truth I was spittin'
Back-to-back Benz's - me, Fresh, and B. Smith (Yeah)
If you pull up on my block, you smell a strong weed scent (What's that?)
'Cause I got a hunid 4's in a foreclosed home
Can you buy 'em? Hell no, they already spoken for
[Bridge]
I got work flyin' in and out of town (In and out)
Sell 'em whole, I don’t break 'em down (We don't break shit down)
I built a empire from the ground (Ground up, nigga)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with us now (They never was)
"He ain't fell off yet," they like, "How?” (How?)
Bitches stare at my neck, they like, "Wow" (God damn!)
I don’t chase no dollars, I make piles (Yup)
Boy, I been around the dope game since a child (Yeah)
Doughboyz Cashout
For life, nigga
You heard what I said? For life
Shit ain't gon' stop
4-1
[Verse 1]
Rap was just a hobby, then it changed my life (Yup)
I was just fine rearrangin' white (Yeah)
And spendin' drug money in exchange for nights
My heart was pumpin' 'til I saw the narcs make a right
Damn, all the pounds are short? Let me make it right
I didn't even weigh 'em, shit, they fresh off of a flight (My fault)
What I owe you? 'Bout three or four zips?
I threw an extra half in on top of that shit (Yeah)
Sorry for the inconvenience, I'm 'bout bidness (Yuh)
This nigga don't rap, so no pictures (Don't take no pictures in here)
I was only rappin' to impress my niggas
Just to hear 'em go, "Ooh," to the truth I was spittin'
Back-to-back Benz's - me, Fresh, and B. Smith (Yeah)
If you pull up on my block, you smell a strong weed scent (What's that?)
'Cause I got a hunid 4's in a foreclosed home
Can you buy 'em? Hell no, they already spoken for
[Bridge]
I got work flyin' in and out of town (In and out)
Sell 'em whole, I don’t break 'em down (We don't break shit down)
I built a empire from the ground (Ground up, nigga)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with us now (They never was)
"He ain't fell off yet," they like, "How?” (How?)
Bitches stare at my neck, they like, "Wow" (God damn!)
I don’t chase no dollars, I make piles (Yup)
Boy, I been around the dope game since a child (Yeah)
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