[Intro: Payroll Giovanni]
([?])
Yeah
I used to see this shit before it happened
[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
When I was on the bus, I was visionin' them Benzes
Visionin' them Benzes
Baggin' up, tryna speak a plug into existence
Plug into existence
If you can't stand the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen
I been out the way, I been focused on my mission
You'd rather look rich, the difference is I really get it
You'd rather look rich, the difference is I really get it
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Niggas rather focus on the surface than they purpose
They come across some money, blow the shit on somethin' worthless
You was tryna look like it, I was really workin'
Before I bought some ice, boy, I had to put that work in
Now my hustle on autopilot, I just chill
At a bougie restaurant with my bitch, three-course meals (You know)
That internet shit damn near got him killed (Hah)
Don't think he ain't skilled at war because he chilled (Boy)
I ain't went platinum, but my masterpiece did (Yeah)
The only thing finished is the marble in the crib (Yeah)
I got my pockets puffy off of breakin' down bigs (Bigs)
Granny pissed, thinkin' DEA gon' hit the crib (Chill)
I built what you see today with my first ten
Now I'm 'Rari shoppin', is it childish doin' rims? (Is it?)
Growin' up, you had to be for real with what you did
I'd rather sell slabs before you see a nigga ribs
([?])
Yeah
I used to see this shit before it happened
[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
When I was on the bus, I was visionin' them Benzes
Visionin' them Benzes
Baggin' up, tryna speak a plug into existence
Plug into existence
If you can't stand the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen
I been out the way, I been focused on my mission
You'd rather look rich, the difference is I really get it
You'd rather look rich, the difference is I really get it
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Niggas rather focus on the surface than they purpose
They come across some money, blow the shit on somethin' worthless
You was tryna look like it, I was really workin'
Before I bought some ice, boy, I had to put that work in
Now my hustle on autopilot, I just chill
At a bougie restaurant with my bitch, three-course meals (You know)
That internet shit damn near got him killed (Hah)
Don't think he ain't skilled at war because he chilled (Boy)
I ain't went platinum, but my masterpiece did (Yeah)
The only thing finished is the marble in the crib (Yeah)
I got my pockets puffy off of breakin' down bigs (Bigs)
Granny pissed, thinkin' DEA gon' hit the crib (Chill)
I built what you see today with my first ten
Now I'm 'Rari shoppin', is it childish doin' rims? (Is it?)
Growin' up, you had to be for real with what you did
I'd rather sell slabs before you see a nigga ribs
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