Lyrics Cut Like Me - Payroll Giovanni, Drey Skonie

Cut Like Me

Come fuck wit' a real one, come fuck wit' a real one, yeah, yeah
I’ma give you that good love, I’ma give you that hood love, yeah, yeah
Them other niggas ain’t act right, but I know how to make ya act right, yeah
I’ma do what he doesn’t, I’ma do it like it’s nothin'
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
She said from my appearance, «Boy, you got a lot of bitches»
Nah, I ain’t got time, I mainly just handle bid’ness
She asked what I do, while she glancin' at my wrist
I told her real estate, she said, «Basically, you sell bricks»
I just laughed at the shit, «Nah, baby I’m legit
I’m a bid’nessman, I don’t be into no street shit»
Took her to a restaurant, and I think she peeped quick
She ain’t wit' a average nigga that be postin' money pics
She like, «Why the restaurant owner keep sendin' drinks?
We ain’t have no reservations, how we takin' people’s seats?
And why them foreign dudes just send us some Dom P?
And how we eatin' all of this food, and it was free?»
You ask too many questions, just let me enjoy your presence
Don’t tell me you used to peasants, I can change your life in seconds
On rooftops for breakfast, gettin' closer over mimosas
But I ain’t one for talkin', it’s better if I just show ya, you know?
Come fuck wit' a real one, come fuck wit' a real one, yeah, yeah
I’ma give you that good love, I’ma give you that hood love, yeah, yeah
Them other niggas ain’t act right, but I know how to make ya act right, yeah
I’ma do what he doesn’t, I’ma do it like it’s nothin'
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
I’ve been searchin' for somethin' new
And if I’m really statin' facts, need a shawty that can watch my back
Yeah, yeah, help me count these stacks
Yeah, yeah, help me out the trap
Would you do anything for me, baby?
Could you cook, could you clean for me, baby?
Come and switch to the team with me, baby
(…) up, you could lean on me, baby
All the trust you could put in me, baby
That’s enough, always (…), baby
If your ex keep (…) on you
You could tell him that you’re with me too
Don’t let him keep hatin', baby
Don’t make me keep waitin', baby
Come fuck wit' a real one, come fuck wit' a real one, yeah, yeah
I’ma give you that good love, I’ma give you that hood love, yeah, yeah
Them other niggas ain’t act right, but I know how to make ya act right, yeah
I’ma do what he doesn’t, I’ma do it like it’s nothin'
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own