Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ex Dealer Flow, artist - Payroll Giovanni. Date of issue: 29.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ex Dealer Flow |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Just different, you know? |
| Somebody asked me like, «Man, how it feel to be a star?» |
| Nigga, I ain’t no mufuckin' star |
| I lived the life of a G, did it right in the streets |
| Sacrificed for the team, yeah, that’s righteous to me |
| If he don’t add to the table, then he’s likely a leech |
| A quarter-mil worth of ice on my wifey-to-be (Yuh) |
| My daughter rock diamond links, my son even got a kit (He do) |
| Movin' my family out the slums — my top accomplishment (Yeah) |
| Platinum Roley on my wrist, you gotta polish this (Polish) |
| I spent some money on this bitch, yeah, I’m proud of this (Yuh) |
| Went from bus stops to ridin' past bus stops |
| Sendin' new drops, sun beamin' on the watch (Damn) |
| Ridin' down old blocks I used to hustle and groove on |
| Dope dealin' is tense, you can’t stumble or move wrong (Nah) |
| Posted in the club, sippin' Ace with my jewels on |
| A lot ain’t wanna grow, I had no choice but move on (I gotta dip) |
| I got to make my family proud of me |
| Can’t turn into the guy my son ain’t allowed to be (Nah) |
| A average ass nigga or bum |
| A nigga with his hand out, beggin' for crumbs (Beggin') |
| Fuck that, I was wired different |
| And fuck a application, I hire niggas (Boy) |
| Listen to my songs, you can hear the growth |
| Lived all of this shit, these ain’t no random quotes (Real shit) |
| Just left Louis with another coat |
| Laughin' with my partna, we just crackin' rich-nigga jokes (Ha) |
| Woke up with a hangover in my mansion (Damn) |
| First thing I saw was my Audemars dancin' |
| They call me Giovanni, but your boo call me handsome (Yuh) |
| Coupe roof missin', like I’m holdin' it for ransom (Uh) |
| Rap won’t get me rich, but ‘til then, I’ll let the bag come |
| Then, I keep count with it, down to the last one (Every one) |
| I wanna leave it in the past |
| But instead, I pick it up, then I leave it on the Ave (Fenkell) |
| I can get you rich, pay your tab, it’s my demand |
| A nigga playin' games with the money — I can’t stand (Broke ass, nigga) |
| If you broke, blame the man in the mirror |
| I glance in the mirror, and I see a rich nigga (Yeah) |
| Real observant cat, when I’m movin' and stickin' (Why?) |
| ‘Cause I done shared laughs with the shooter and victim (Damn) |
| All in the same room, shit was all cool |
| Niggas swear they follow rules, believe that? |
| You a fool (Dummy) |
| Missin' family time, ‘cause I gotta shoot moves |
| I hope they appreciate everything I do |
| But when I come back, take my girl on a cruise |
| And my kids to Disney World and buy a house with a pool (Yuh) |
| Barely on social media, I’m livin' for real (For real) |
| Nobody to impress, I’m just gettin' my Skrill (Get money) |
| If he buy the rest, I’ll give him a deal |
| I’ll knock a hunid off them bitches, I’m a dealer for real, for real |
| Oops, I meant ex-dealer (Oops) |
| I ain’t never focused on the next nigga (Never) |
| ‘Cause most times, niggas fakin' |
| If your people ain’t applaudin', then them mufuckas hatin' (Simple) |
| Ice on top of ice, like the diamond chains matin' (Ice) |
| Creed is my scent, four-fifty for the fragrance |
| Somebody asked me, «Why is people takin' pictures? |
| «Are you somebody famous?» |
| Nah, I’m just an ex-dealer |
| Yeah, you got your camera? |
| Yeah, flick it up, yeah |
| Let’s get it |