Rich Nigga Grin

Lyrics

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni] Bitches tryna stress me Setup hoes tryna sex me Hating niggas wanna wet me But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke Fuck the plug if he holding back dope Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) [Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] Fuck niggas and fuck these bitches Man, I switch 'em like whips I don't love these bitches Baby girl was frowning like she was down dog Soon as we split up, now she praying on my downfall But I'm still working, tell these hoes how I came up Why you run around broke as shit with these lame fucks Cause everybody off they're had snake tendencies Boy, you ain't my mans you a motherfucking enemy Scammed a couple bands on me back when I was 19 Selling caine in Canada, serving all the dope fiends Tried to put you on, but you turned into a bitch nigga You prolly wake up and can't look in the fucking mirror The way these niggas hating you'll think they getting paid But I know that ain't the case cause they looking like ashamed I still keep my head up, I still get it in And hit these niggas and these bitches with my rich nigga grin [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] Bitches tryna stress me Setup hoes tryna sex me Hating niggas wanna wet me But I still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in) Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke Fuck the plug if he holding back dope Still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in) [Verse 2: Kiddo] My baby mama tripping say she need some love I gave her ass a 20, she went to the club I heard she got drunk, fucking with the scrubs It's time to stop smiling and put on my mug Gucci belt, my shirt tucked, I'm looking at the judge She checking out my tats and now she hold a grudge She wanna lock me up me up cause I'm a fucking thug Well fuck you too, let me put on my mug Walked out the court room, then hopped in the whip On probation but I'm still smoking out the zip Bitch get at me, I'm still happy Cause I make my money stretch like Laffy Taffy They wanna clap me Cause they knew I was gonna be a boss since the class of Miss Slappey's I wanna take the burner from my khakis But the burner to his acne But I'ma kill 'em with a grin while I'm up the candle [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] Bitches tryna stress me Setup hoes tryna sex me Hating niggas wanna wet me But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke Fuck the plug if he holding back dope Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) [Verse 3: Big Quis] Crispy This rap shit got us beefing with a bunch of nobodies We gettin' big nigga, we just opened up for Yo Gotti My job is making money, making niggas mad is my hobby How you from the Mile bitch, and you don't know everybody? You can catch me up at Horney, shooting pool with the OG's Or on the block pouring shots, back while we roll D's I tried to be lowkey, but nigga I can't I'm iced up and ain't a nigga on my team who ain't They act like we ain't winnin' but I know we ain't losin' And if we is, I can tell how they bitches be choosin' I'm in the club, jewels shining, mink on just fooling And them 4 Life niggas with me, if you try me you stupid All the rich niggas love us but the broke niggas hating These stupid motherfuckers really should be proud if we make it But fuck 'em they just jealous It ain't shit I can take it They just gettin' that rich nigga grin And throw my chain in they faces, for life [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] Bitches tryna stress me Setup hoes tryna sex me Hating niggas wanna wet me But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke Fuck the plug if he holding back dope Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) [Verse 4: Doughboy Roc] I can't give you haters the benefit of the doubt I got money and her, niggas know what I'm 'bout But yet they still wanna play Niggas stress with the K I remain with a rich grin and nothing to say Man, these niggas be hating, I can't get to elaboratin' When I hop in the booth it's all facts, no fabricating If I rap it, I live it Hear my laugh for the ticket Gotta go back to court, in 2 months to get sentenced And my family don't understand, this life that I'm living My bitch trippin' and the prosecutors want me in prison What I'm supposed to do, go give them pussy niggas passes I got God on my side, so I'ma rise above madness Made a lot of mistakes, niggas open my eyes But I'm too real out to this bitch so it was like a surprise Hit my knees and asked the man above, forgive me for my sins Pray I get to heaven with my rich nigga grin [Hook: Payroll Giovanni] Bitches tryna stress me Setup hoes tryna sex me Hating niggas wanna wet me But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke Fuck the plug if he holding back dope Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in) Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)