Paid in Full
PËËZY, Payroll Giovanni
Like to welcome all my niggas from uptown
Downtown
In-town, out of town, we got it goin’ on
Helluva made this beat, baby!
We the last 4-1
It’s famous, baby! Here we go!
It’s the world’s famous 35 inaudible
All my street niggas, all my playa niggas
All the niggas gettin’ paper
Ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up
We gettin’ money
Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, , baby
4-1 thinkin’ of a master plan
So, I can hit the dealership with my mans
I need the Benz’s seats tan
And the jewels rose gold
All I need is one plug and two cellphones
I used to sell stones
(Yuh) hand-in hand as a shorty
Couldn’t settle there
I had to elevate my story (yeah)
We was gettin’ bags back when bitches wore
All these foreigns in the crew
I hope Trump don’t deport me (Please)
Diamond chains tangled up
My neck be havin’ orgies (Yuh)
Work all on the table next
To scales and the 40 left the rap alone
‘cause this rap shit bore me
Now, I’m back with more shit to talk
Somebody please record me (Please)
Rollie on my wrist and the
Chain got the matchin’ gold
Could catch a bag over here
Before you catch a cold
We keep our circle glued tight
Ain’t no latchin’ on boy, we been the shit
Bless your heart for just now catchin’ on
(God bless you) i’m from a hood
Where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone
(Fink) flip a brick, switch whips
Then we back at home (Yuh)
And the ones that don’t hustle
They just grab the chrome
Then, we hire them as muscle
Just to crack a dome (Bop)
I had to play with fire for this ice (Yuh)
Fuck a ho, I need a supplier in my life
(yeah) "No, thank you" on them bricks
I retired from the white
That game include too many niggas
Wired up with mics, uh
My real killas – I don’t ever post (Never)
Just know they all ears when my name is spoke
(Yuh) you better watch the niggas
That you playin’ close (Why?)
Them the ones that gon’ spray you
If I pay the most
Back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket
Passin’ in 6’s laughin’ at niggas
These bitches actin’ suspicious
In the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’
We flippin’ the chains dancin’ and tickin’
I got a passion to get it (Boy)
I don’t take shots at niggas (Nah)
He feedin’ his family
Why would I stop that nigga?
That’s crab shit
A lot of niggas got it and then bash it
You say you had chips but actin’
Like you never had shit in high school, man
They swore it was my dad whip (Ha)
Years later, and they still on some mad shit
(Fuck ‘em)
That’s bullshit, I’m on some stackin’
Livin’ good shit
Whole crew ballin’ on some Paid in Full shit
(BYLUG)
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