
Successful Payroll Giovanni & Cardo (Ft. Tamara Jewel)
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[Intro: Payroll Giovanni]
Cardo got wings
Yeah
[?]
Just wanna be successful, you know
My pockets fat at all times
Big ass crib
Fine ass wife
Benz in the garage
Just successful
You know
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
I jumped in the game head first, like I wanna work
Everybody got a sack, I gotta move mines first
Knew if I wanted nice shit, I gotta grind first
'Cause when I get my shine on, I'm making bitches' eyes hurt
Then I started working for real, fuckin' with racks
Adding up shit in my head, like where's the bread?
Fuck being a worker, I gotta get my own
Nicks and dimes, they supportin' my Ferrari goals
At the spot with my mans, with my Cartiers on
Mama worry 'bout a nigga, 'cause I'm hardly home
I'm hanging out with all the knuckleheads she warned me about
She'd kill me if she knew I had work in the house
We're satisfied with new Jordans, Air Maxes and [?]
Had to [?], hoes like look at him
Run in a couple dope spots, to some might seem stressful
But where I'm from, niggas gon' lie, but you successful
Cardo got wings
Yeah
[?]
Just wanna be successful, you know
My pockets fat at all times
Big ass crib
Fine ass wife
Benz in the garage
Just successful
You know
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
I jumped in the game head first, like I wanna work
Everybody got a sack, I gotta move mines first
Knew if I wanted nice shit, I gotta grind first
'Cause when I get my shine on, I'm making bitches' eyes hurt
Then I started working for real, fuckin' with racks
Adding up shit in my head, like where's the bread?
Fuck being a worker, I gotta get my own
Nicks and dimes, they supportin' my Ferrari goals
At the spot with my mans, with my Cartiers on
Mama worry 'bout a nigga, 'cause I'm hardly home
I'm hanging out with all the knuckleheads she warned me about
She'd kill me if she knew I had work in the house
We're satisfied with new Jordans, Air Maxes and [?]
Had to [?], hoes like look at him
Run in a couple dope spots, to some might seem stressful
But where I'm from, niggas gon' lie, but you successful
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