Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4-1P , by - Payroll Giovanni. Release date: 31.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4-1P |
| 4−1, that’s 5 mile, nigga that’s where I’m from |
| P stand for Payroll, I get money in lumps |
| I’m the nigga in the club with the coupe in the front |
| But I’m barely in the club, I stay away from you punks |
| I’m usually, in and out of town |
| Runnin' in and out of pounds |
| Leavin' in silence, I still hear my money-counter sounds |
| I’m trynna stay a float, I done seen a lot of niggas drown |
| I hustled in my city, I ain’t have to get it off the Hound |
| Built some shit from off the ground |
| Use to work, we bosses now |
| Same nigga that you helped, the same nigga talking down |
| Fuck em though |
| Million dolla' nigga, that’s with nothin' on |
| Shield cap?, but I ain’t the nigga you should be comin' for |
| Cats that go against me, man they end up with the worst luck |
| Swear this shit is crazy, like they end up with a curse bruh |
| A thousand for the belt and I ain’t ever got my shirt tucked |
| Never fucked my plug over and never got my work took |
| Had a couple niggas run off, they tried to crawl back |
| But once you show them true colours, I got to fall back |
| Came up off of hard crack |
| Nigga this is all facts |
| Now it’s rap, if I ain’t a hustla, watchu call that? |
| (Watchu call that) |
| Use to hide my sack in my ball cap |
| Now I have my bag in the whole house |
| One flat in the ol' couch |
| You mad at me, cause my name in ya whole mouth |
| And Ion even know the hoe |
| Control your own spouse |
| Got the game from Rodrick |
| Use to cop an ounce of hard and chop it |
| These rocks to my left is my profit |
| Came a long way from having rocks in my pocket |
| Now it’s rocks in my watches |
| Long live Roc, we still mobbin' |
| Mashin' on the gas no stoppin' |
| These labels left a nigga no option |
| I traffic narcotics |
| Till I can buy a Benz, no mileage |
| Told the label, they can keep the stylist |
| We been on this fly shit (c'mon now) |
| Way before I even signed shit |
| Before I jumped in the game, I read the fine print |
| And accepted everythang that it came wit (I do) |
| So don’t you ever come at Pay wit no lame shit |
| I used to rock rose gold to match the frame’s tint |
| Trappin' wit RJ, I helped him work the day shift |
| Now me and plastic surgeons got the same whips |
| Same size house, the marble floors tell me don’t quit (don't quit) |
| I do it for my fans, not you rap niggas |
| It was either this or be a crack dealer |
| Still got my old scales in my vacuum sealer |
| Tucked away safe, but I ain’t trynna go back nigga |
| Got the car in drive not reverse (not reverse) |
| I ain’t gotta tell lies in a verse (not one) |
| No food fight, but it’s a pie on my shirt |
| This that crack to type of shit fiends buy on the first |
| 4−1P, niggas know me (yea) |
| Niggas know me (strathmoor block) |
| 4−1P, niggas know me |
| Niggas know me |
| 4−1P, niggas know me (know what it is) |
| Niggas know me (long live roc) |
| 4−1P, niggas know me |
| 1000s in the mattress, all stacked from the street |