Holding Up My Line

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Payroll Giovanni - Rap, Hip-Hop

Holding Up My Line

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[Intro] (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) Yeah Yup [Verse] Have money, have heart, get money, play it smart Mansion walls full of art, the dog I sold never bark Used to want a go-kart back when I was just a kid Now the sweats Chrome Heart while I dash in the Benz Hit my stash for a ten, had to take myself shoppin' Great job, Gio, you kept a lot of shit poppin' Kept a lot of shit afloat, rep my side to the fullest I done moved my share of bags, I done ducked my share of bullets (Boy) I got nothin' to prove, don't fuck with dudes who got nothin' to losе (Nah) I fuck with dudes that turn one into two Stuntin' in coupes, this summеr, we ain't fuckin' with roofs Watch shoppin' when it's nothin' to do (Boy) My nigga gone, so I'm stuntin' for two Gave my young nigga a bag and told him, "At this ticket, ain't nobody fuckin' with you" (Nobody) Now get yours, nigga Fuck settlin', get more, nigga (Get more, nigga) I'd rather take a risk than live my life poor, nigga (Fuck that) Y'all all the same, the fans bored, nigga Talkin' the same shit, same jewelry, same whips Even fuck the same bitch Soon as Paid drop, you see the game switch Yeah, yeah (Get money, boy) I'm that nigga for real, when you that nigga, you chill (Yeah) When you chilled, you build, after you build, you chill While you chill, you that nigga, see the circle of success? Y'all don't hear me, though, y'all too busy perpin' for the 'net (Hah) Fifty-pointers lookin' perfect on my neck, you hurtin' just to flex (Bitch) Goin' in debt to rock Gallery Dept. Gotta borrow this, borrow that (Damn), take a pic, bring it back (Damn) Lackin' tall stacks, boy, that caption all cap Get rich and fall back from the shit that hold you back I put business over bullshit and family over that (You know) Used to work for older cats, tryna climb the cash and kilos Before a boss, I was a good worker with no ego (Yeah) At 220 sippin' Clicquot Chain and watch two-twenty, but it's low-key, you now my steelo (Yeah) Fuck attention, unless the attention lead to business And business lead to tickets, I've been chillin' for a minute (A minute) Analyzing the game and this shit ain't motivating (Nah) Then appeared Pay, some motherfuckin' motivation (Yup) I was at my granny's serving fiends like patients Had no patience, in my mind, I got Range Rovers waitin' (Hurry up) I just need the money, so you can't come with nine I need ten, move aside, unc', you holdin' up my line (Come on, come with ten, man, get the fuck on) Yeah I need ten, move aside, unc', you holdin' up my line

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Credits

Writers
  • Payroll Giovanni
  • Reuel