Been Gettin Money

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] I'm a Detroit nigga so I talk like one And you can tell I'm a dealer 'cause I walk like one My left wrist all frost up, numb, I done bossed up dumb A couple L's, I had to chalk up some Now my jeans full of large lump sums, amount unknown Niggas say they bosses, but ain't putting one soul on When my chains done I go and cash it, I don't pro-long, You be telling jewelers I ain't ready, damn, hold on Dealers don't post drug money on the net You can make up a image, can't make up respect Got the 'Vette the same week that I paid the connect You was raised by a G if you don't hate on the next Ain't tryna impress no bitch and meet none of you niggas Go over there 'cause we don't fuck with you niggas I'm from a whole different breed, man, what's up with you niggas? Ass kiss anybody just to touch a few figures I can't relate to that, everybody rap but, who stating facts? Went from weed to crack in just don my graduation cap The 40 I'mma stay with that, you know I'mma blast I don't want your bitch, she want me, but I be hoeing her ass Got your stash in my pocket, even more in my stash Used to ride the bus, now a nigga fly first class I was wearing maskeen when I got my first bag In the spot with RJ, skipping my first class Crack cocaine made me my first grand (I'm a G) I was buying ice before rap fans, you understand Fuck a vouch, my whole fam watch me get it with caine Ask your main about them days I used to get it with Maine, nigga [Verse 2: BMO Maine] I'm off the bench with it, my turn like Big Quis Ask them streets they'll tell you how I was knee deep Fuck with BYLUG, we motivate to go harder Back in '08 I used to traffick in the same year Charger Never thought I'd be in front eye of the media That's why I used to fuck with them grams before Insta Bitch, you want me to kiss her, but that's breaking her code We was broke together so these aces never gon' fold And stuck by the G-code ever since I been a juvenile We started getting money, boy, I been pulling out piles Been putting on piles of [?] at the same time Been selling dope, been throwing gang signs Call my jeweler, tell them double my karats Even took some subways to get the work off like Jared Need help, I'm in a panic neck got water damage Somebody call the medics, can't you see I'm drowning damn it Whole industry glad I ain't dropped yet I don't tuck shit, all my chains out, bitch Shot aller, I get a nigga dropped quick Think I'm playing Imma leave a nigga momma sick [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] If it's problems I call the drama clique, I be on that Obama shit Moving presidential, jumping in and out of all kind of whips Brain full of game, I got a 40 full of hollow tips When hoes see you eating they gon' bug you tryna swallow it It's nothing to get a flood zips on the set Same night I'm in the bar taking sips of the best If you run up with the work, I'm sending his where you rest You can't come around here, you better dip to Tibet They be "like what this young nigga on?" (what he on?) Cause I got a chinchilla on And keep getting calls on three different phones I don't give a fuck about fame or having rapper friends I'm just really after ends, real hustlers back again [Outro: Payroll Giovanni] Bitch boss up Broke nigga, please boss up Bitch boss up Broke nigga, please boss up Bitch boss up Broke nigga, please boss up Bitch boss up Broke nigga, please boss up