Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Payroll, artist - Empire Cast. Date of issue: 26.04.2018
Song language: English
Payroll |
| Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here to set it straight |
| I make this paper, yeah, come to me, I never chase |
| Hakeem the one to beat, get at my rank |
| I’m laughing at all the joker, all the way to the bank |
| 'Cause I got money to blow, the closest you got is a candle |
| Make a wish on the low, so you can be half as dope as a snatch and flow |
| It’s in my blood |
| Cracking these styles is in my sleep, yeah you know |
| Run it to the bank right |
| Ain’t got no worries |
| I get this money (I got it!) |
| Pockets heavy and I’m going crazy |
| Yeah, get with these honies |
| Get more than Brody (I got 'em) |
| Drop 'em quick, yeah I’m running |
| Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it |
| Run it, Run it, run it to the bank 'cause I’m |
| Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin' |
| Stuntin', Stuntin', got to get my ice tight |
| You can’t touch me, or you gon' get burned |
| I’m too hot, make a fire look like an intern |
| Ain’t a liar, it’s best you make a U-turn |
| 'Cause our flame getting in their feelings like heartburn |
| Stuck out like a sore thumb |
| Been in these streets, thugging out for my income (They didn’t believe me) |
| Ain’t no daddy to hold me down, but the kid dumb |
| Mama told me to pray, get all your dreams done, yeah |
| Cocky, they call me Rocky, champion yeah |
| I’m too high, just too fly, got me light in the air |
| Never hear my moves, I’m so silent in scares |
| When I’m silent with my feet, trying to put two in jet |
| Faithfully get this money, my hood never leave me lonely |
| Tattooed on my back, yeah, I take 'em to where I’m going |
| The top is the only place that I’m living at |
| I go hard for my city forever, running to the bank like |
| Ain’t got no worries |
| I get this money |
| Pockets heavy and I’m going crazy |
| Yeah, get with these honies |
| Get more than Brody |
| Drop 'em quick, yeah I’m running |
| Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it |
| Run it, Run it, run it to the bank 'cause I’m |
| Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin' |
| Stuntin', Stuntin', got to get my ice tight |
| I step over the threat |
| Papa New Guinea, head hunter, Russian roulette |
| I’m Phillip Morris and Chuck Norris, and King Tut |
| You rolling with the kids with the keys to the kingdom |
| Freedom |
| We do whatever we want, we got it |
| While you sitting in silence like Twenty-One Pilots |
| I’m addicted to violence |
| We should form an alliance |
| And call it Serial Killer |
| Cartel capitalism |
| Send Shyne to get 'em, commit 'em to the psych ward |
| They crazy, acting like they want war |
| The 80's is back when it come to that, broad daylight |
| This ain’t no Call of Duty, no regenerated life |
| Incinerate a body, then I hide it in plain sight |
| I make the city riot, I can give it the green light |
| 'Cause I’m just getting started |
| 'Cause everything starts in the heart of the artist, for my dearly departed |