[Intro]
Helluva made the beat, baby
[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
For one P, I get [?]
No short cuts to ball, I'm in a full length [?]
Used to trap, take money from packs, and rap it up in the wrap
Now I'm in Cali, bagging up in the bag
In the spot, all we had was [?] heaters and straps
Now it's marbel on the floor, with the counter to match
Eating sushi while the money counters counting the stacks
Went from hoopties to a Benz with a strap on my lap
Patek on my wrist, but I'll sell it for [?]
Bricks re-up a couple times, buy some cribs and a new [?]
Was studdieing the game, and had time for that hoop shit
Call shots from a rooftop, while I'm in Ruth's Chris
In Six Mile, I'm good, 'cause they know me from Scooch clique
I'm on [?] ride round in that coupe six
[?] plugged in with them goons, bitch
The bosses back around, move inside and make room quick
[Verse 2 ?]
My wife won't keep her hands to herself, 'cause I'ma fight back
I took my son to Gucci, bought some shoes that cost a light stack
Y'all ain't no [?] where the fuck your niggas' ice at?
Hold on, hold on, let me start over, I ain't like that
'm rich [?] talking 'bout I look [?]
I bent her over, fucked her booty while [?]
[?] permition from her nigga, I just took her
You see this A.P. went for 70 like Devin Booker
This percie got me charged, I get to fucking like a [?]
I ain't got no time to beef with a nigga that ain't got no watch
I shot the last niggas for no reason, that was bro's opps
My blood [?] when I go cop
My bitches know I got the bitches, we be fucking bitches
I know who killed your man, but I shut up and mind my business
Everybody think I'm pimpin, but [?] got the hoes
Where the fuck you niggas [?] just got froze
[Verse 3 ?]
You so broke, the only thing you can do for your bitch is fuck
Throw some cash at your mouth, if [?] zip it up
My only New Years resolution, to be rich as fuck
Lost five betting [?] I sware them niggas suck
[?] to a boss, shout out to [?]
The freshest in the city, hat's when I'll come and scam
Gotta love all [?] so I really don't fuck with ham
[?]
You ain't never tip a [?] at Ruth's Chris
Counting bread while she staring at my ring, two six
[?] cash out your ho, knew her 'cause she a groupie
Threw the [?] on it, [?] [?]
She giving me hella [?], I'm spending my bread at Louie
Got a passion for winning, that just attract the women
She [?] me to fuck, not once did I ask to hit it
[Verse 4 ?]
Getting money with the [?] guala gualas
I call my cousin [?] if we got a problem
The only problem that we got is running out of prodict
Mazerela, Goota, Chetter cheese, I forgot Ricotta
When I'm on a yacht, the only time I drive the boat
Ten bricks, nigga, what is this, some kind of joke?
My plug pulling up, he drive a Ghost
He might be in a Mazarati though, that nigga look like Fivio
Peter [?]
Styrophome cup in my hand, but I'm not drinking coffee
Fifty bands to [?] got the people off me
I'm supplying niggas, he don't even know he eating off me
Sandwich bags and raizers, bitch, I'm Albert [?]
Smuggled a million cash in a travel bag to Vegas
I'm a made man, our family values sacred
Death to anybody ever wrote us in a staitment
[Verse 5: Dre Armany]
AK on the beat
Feeling like I'm stuck, 'cause I'm still in the streets
Niggas always asking like, Dre, when you dropping?
I've been in and out doing whole sale copping
These the last ones, grab [?]
Me and Me and Giovanni in a drop Benz
Hit Sacks, grab a [?], nigga, all tens
I don't fuck with H, lil baby, all I do is tens
